Frankie slammed Lennon up against the cold brick wall, she had what looked like a homemade shiv up against Lennon's throat.

"What will Negan think of you when your face is all scarred and mutilated?" She said breathing heavily, her face bright red.

"Hey, I'm going to back off, he came to me." Lennon said trying to play it cool.

"That's the problem though, I realized no matter what he'll want you." She said with a psychotic smile.

Frankie held the weapon over Lennon's right cheek. She was taller than Lennon, and very slender, it wouldn't look like a fair fight from afar.

She began manically laughing, "Well start here at your pretty little cheek." She said pushing down. Lennon knew if she were to struggle at this point that she could severely injure herself.

"Fuck." She said quietly.

"Come on bitch, I want to hear you scream!"

Lennon could feel blood gushing from the wound and run down her face as large drops began hitting the floor. She could hear a door shutting from upstairs and footsteps.

"Shit!" Frankie said looking up for a brief second.

"Aaaah!" Lennon screamed as she head butted her and she fell to the ground dropping the shiv.

"No!" Cried Frankie as she scrambled for her it.

Crunch. Lennon's foot slammed down onto Frankie's hand.

"Mother fucker!" She yowled in pain. Lennon kicked the small weapon down the hall and jumped on top of Frankie. She began punching her relentlessly.

"Fucking bitch….I told you to….leave me alone!" She said between punches as she panted.

"Stop, please!" Frankie pleaded through a mouth full of blood.

Lennon wrapped her arms around Frankie's neck, but since it was covered in the red, gushing material her hands slipped. She forcefully kneed Lennon with her boney leg.

"Ugh!" Lennon said falling back.

"I've got you now, Bright eyes."

She jumped on top of Lennon and began pulling her hair, and slapping and scratching her.

"What the fuck, stop you nut!" Yelled Dwight as he ran over pulling Frankie off of Lennon.

"Let me go Dwight, let me finish that bitch off." She yelled like a child throwing a temper tantrum. "Whose side are you on?"

"The fucking sane person obviously!" He said holding onto her.

"The fuck?" Simon ran up.

"Here, take this fucking crazy bitch, I'll take Lennon to the clinic!" Dwight said nearly throwing Frankie to Simon.

"Negan will be dealing with you little lady." Simon said pushing Frankie forward.

"No!" She yelled kicking her feet.

"Lennon, are you ok?" Dwight said squatting down and helping Lennon up.

"Yeah, only a few scratches." She said spitting some blood out.

"Shit, you look like hell, let's get you to the clinic." He said wrapping an arm around her waist. She rested her arm around Dwight's shoulder and they began walking.

"You ok to walk? I can carry you."

"I'm fine, ok?" Lennon said laughing lightly.

"Damn, you are a lot tougher than I thought you were. I can see why Negan likes you so much."

"Just because I'm tough as nails?" She said cocking her eyebrow. "I have many good qualities Dwight."

He laughed, "What happened anyway?"

"She wanted me to stay away from Negan, but said it was impossible both ways so thought it best to take me out, or whatever her psychotic plan was. Long story short."

"Fucking nut." Said Dwight as her grabbed the door.

"Lennon, we'll take her in here!" Finn said as he rushed them into an exam room.

"Let's get your face cleaned up, Dr. Elliot is taking a break."

"You can handle it, I have faith!" She said sitting up on a table.

He had warm water and rags and began cleaning her face off, "Do you hurt anywhere else?"

"No, she just got my face. She didn't even know how to punch." She said, laughing.

"Well she scratched your face up bad." He said wringing out a rag.

"Dwight, you are free to go you Good Samaritan." Said Lennon grinning followed by a quick "Ouch."

"No, I'll stay…it's what Negan would want." He said looking concerned.

"You know, you're a good guy."

"Lennon, stop talking, please. I'm almost done cleaning you up." Finn said.

"Let me see." Lennon stood up and walked over to a mirror.

"Shit, I look like Freddie Krueger. You can call me that if you'd like Dwight."

Her face was slightly swollen, it was very red from being scratched, some marks breaking the skin. The knife cut looked pretty deep though and was oozing. It was the only thing that would leave a mark, and was pretty big.

"Fuck me." She sighed, "Stich me up doc."

"There ya go, now you're Frankenstein." Finn said finishing up the last suture.

"Hey, shut up man!" Dwight said defensively. "It's ok Dwight, I deserve it after calling you Scar Face." She said looking in the mirror at the immaculate stitches. The tissue was becoming inflamed.

"Here, you have to take these NSAID's, ok? And take one now."

"I'm fine."

"The fuck you are!" Negan said as he rushed in. "Take that fucking pill or I'll shove it down your throat." He said softly, yet firmly.

"Ok dad." Lennon said rolling her eyes and throwing the pill back.

"You guys are dismissed, I have her from here." Finn left and Dwight got up and headed towards the door. "Thanks Dwight." Negan said grabbing his shoulder and giving it a good squeeze. Dwight smiled and nodded his head.

He grabbed a chair and sat down across from Lennon. He gently grabbed her hands, rubbing one of them with his thumb.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry bright eyes. I had no fucking clue she was that crazy." He said watching their hands. "And to think she grabbed you as I was walking away? Why the hell didn't you yell?" He asked looking up at Lennon with worried eyes.

"I can handle myself. It was between me and her." She said quietly.

"No. I want to fucking protect you. I need to. If anything ever happened to you, I don't know what the hell I'd do. And look what she did to your fucking beautiful face. This is all my fucking fault." He said as he turned away.

Lennon placed her hand on his chin and turned his face so he was looking at her, "You know I'm tough, I'll be alright." She said stroking his cheek.

"You're fucking perfect." He said faintly as he rested his forehead on her hands.

She could feel her face turning bright red, "Great you're making me look worse than I already am." She said as he looked up at her.

"Bright eyes, when you blush it drives me crazy." He nearly purred, causing Lennon's heart to flutter like crazy.

"Are you bleeding?" She asked, wiping several small spots of blood from his face. She noticed it was also on his white t-shirt as well. There were no wounds behind the blood she had removed.

"I fucking lost it Lennon. When Simon told me what that fucking psycho had done I went fucking crazy and totally blacked out. I let my emotions get in the way."

Lennon pulled her hands away from Negan's, "This is Frankie's blood?" She asked as her stomach began to churn.

"Yes, her skull got the pleasure of meeting the lovely Lucille." He said without a single hint of remorse in his voice.

"Oh God. You wouldn't have done this if it hadn't been for me."

"Trust me, it would have fucking happened sooner or later." He said seriously.

Lennon took a deep breath and tried gathering her thoughts. I would have done the same thing if Dwight and Simon hadn't ran in. Maybe we're even more alike than I thought? She thought.

She smiled at Negan, accepting what had happened.

"I need to get cleaned up and out of these clothes." She said looking at her blood drenched shirt.

"You can at my place. I'll have someone grab your pup and clean clothes." He said getting up and offering his arm.

Lennon nodded her head, exhausted from the day. She grabbed Negan's arm and rested her head on his large shoulder. They arrived at his room and he kicked off his boots and laid his jacket and glove on a chair walking in.

"Come in, treat this place like it's your own." He said as Lennon followed him.

"Here's the bathroom, use whatever you'd like. Towels are here so you should be all set."

"Thank you Negan, for everything." She said.

"You're welcome bright eyes."

She walked into the bathroom, which had marble flooring and a claw foot bathtub, smack dab in the middle. Oh my God, a tub? She thought walking over and turning the water on. Thank you baby Jesus! She thought striping down. She grabbed a face towel and lay it on the tub as it filled up. There were two large vanities, each having its' own sink and even a shower.

"Wow." She said in amazement.

She turned the water off and crawled into the warm tub.

"Oh God." She moaned and she slid in until the water was up to her neck.

She tilted her head, dipping her hair into the water, embracing the silence momentarily. She then grabbed the shampoo and scrubbed her hair, even though she had taken a shower earlier in the day she still felt it necessary to wash the rest of the day away. The shampoo smelt like Negan, kind of a woodsy scent. She then lathered her body with the bar of soap and rinsed off. I love baths, but don't understand how they make you clean. She thought as she watched the water go down the drain.

There were a few large, white plush towels, Lennon grabbed one and dried off. Shit, I forgot to bring clean clothes in with me. She looked in the mirror and her face was more swollen.

"God, I look like a million bucks." She said sarcastically.

She wrapped the towel around her small frame and walked out, she was immediately greeted my Roscoe.

"Hey boy!" She said smiling and patting him on the head. He crouched down, putting his butt in the air, his tail wagging like crazy.

"I'm gonna get you!" Lennon said jumping forward.

"Woof, woof!" Roscoe barked spinning in a circle.

"I put a clean pair of clothes on the bed!" Negan yelled.

"Thanks!"

There were her grey sweatpants and one of her old band t-shirts. She quickly got dressed and walked out.

"Here, have some dinner." Negan motioned for her to sit at the table where there was a bowl of soup.

"Hey, you still need to rest too." She said sitting down.

"You're more important than me darling."

"Please! These people would be lost without their great leader."

Negan sat down across from her. He was wearing some black sweats, a white tank top and had his glasses on. He was looking some papers over. She studied him. His perfectly slicked back hair, his pensive eyes, the way he licked his lips, his toned arms.

"What are you looking over?" She asked, knowing very well what it was.

"It's nothing." He lied.

"Is it what you and Dwight were talking about earlier?"

He sighed and put the papers down, "Please, drop it Lennon. When I say it's nothing it means it's nothing, got it?" He asked taking off his glasses.

"Yeah." She said finishing her soup. She washed the bowl and spoon in silence. She had no plan on what to do with the whole Alexandria thing. I need to sleep on it.

"Good night Negan, thanks again for everything."

"You're welcome sweet heart. I'll be in soon." He said smiling at her.

She crawled into bed and pulled the blanket up. Roscoe snored loudly on the ground, next to her.

"Night Roscoe." She whispered.

She could hear the shower running and was so tired, but couldn't sleep from the day's events. Negan walked into the bedroom with a towel around his waist. His skin looked almost tanned, and with the small amount of light coming from the bathroom she could see the details of his well-toned back. She bit her lower lip and turned away from him.

He crawled into bed and lay close to her. Come on, wrap your arms around me. She closed her eyes tightly, almost as if she was making a wish. A few minutes went by and nothing.

"Hmmm." She said as she pretended to sleep. She turned over and nestled into his bare chest, while he wrapped his arms around her. She ran her hands down his chest to his lower stomach.

"Fuck!" He quietly groaned. She rested her hand on his waist. He had placed his hand under her shirt, caressing her hip. Oh God. Just go to sleep. His hand traveled further down as it grazed her underwear. I don't think I can hold it in. She thought as the feeling of ecstasy ran through her veins.

"Good God…" She moaned, and could feel her face turning red immediately.

"I knew it!" Negan said quietly laughing. "Sorry!" She said looking up at him, she could see is bright, white teeth.

"Hot diggity damn darling. Ever since you've gotten here you've given me the worst fucking case of blue balls." He growled in her ear as she let a small gasp leave her lips. "Fuck!" He exclaimed.

All of a sudden Roscoe jumped up on the bed, as if to save the day. He laid between them and rolled on his back. Lennon began laughing and couldn't stop. You know when you're so exhausted and the smallest things seem absolutely comical? Negan joined in and they laughed for a few minutes and then stopped.

"Goodnight Negan."

"Night Lennon."

And at that they both fell asleep, with Roscoe snuggled between them.