A/N: Alright so firstly... Yes, this is a short chapter, but I figured on the off chance the world does end tomorrow, I should leave you guys with something lol. Nah, really though, it just seemed like a good place to end it, and after pounding out a 3K word chapter for my OFC fic, I'm mentally whooped, and my fingers hurt lol. Secondly... Where I grew up in Texas, it's really common for younger siblings to call their older brothers 'Bubba'. Don't know why, but it seems like everybody I know down there with an older brother grew up calling them Bubba. Hell, my thirteen year old cousin still calls his nineteen year old brother Bubba. Don't know if that's a Texas thing, or a Southern thing, but whatever. But special thanks to everyone who read and reviewed. While I won't give away the plot line, I will say that Pete and Rosie are NOT Micah's parents. That'd be a little too obvious, even for me lol. Mwuahahaha. : )

Shauna rolled her eyes. "I asked what's going on, retard," She repeated. "You haven't said two words since you asked me to come out here with you."

"Nothin's goin' on. Jus' figured we should get some campin' in 'fore it starts gettin' cold. Nobody said ya had ta come out here with me," Mikey said gruffly, chucking their sleeping bags into the tent, followed by a lantern.

"Hey, you're the one who asked me to come with you. Why you being so quiet all the sudden?"

"I ain't!"

"Are too, Mikey!" Judy said with a laugh, looking up from the mound of dirt and grass she'd built. "Mama says you're too much like daddy! You never, ever, ever, ever talk! But now you're not talking at all," She added with a frown, before letting out a small squeal of delight as she stuck a stick on top of the hill. "Look, I made a flag!"

Shauna ignored her little sister as Micah sat down in front of the tent, legs folded Indian-style, still not looking at her as he rubbed at the slight fuzz on his face that he liked to call his beard. Shauna knew her brother well enough to know that something was bothering him; not irritating him, but bothering him; seeing as how rarely his face showed what he was feeling, she knew something was seriously wrong.

"Mikey, what's up?" She asked quietly. "The Comptons bothering you again?"

Mikey scoffed. "Like I'd tell ya if they were. You'd jus' run back an' run ya fat mouth ta ma an' dad 'gain."

"Jesus, Micah, is that what this is about? Look, I'm sorry if I hurt your 'macho man' feelings, or whatever, but dad was gonna find out anyways. We both know it. 'Sides, it's not like you were gonna do anything about it."

"I don't need Daryl fightin' my battles for me, okay?!"

Shauna couldn't help the look of surprise that overtook her face. Micah hadn't called their father by name after his first two months of living with them. Hell, it'd taken him less time than it had her to be comfortable enough calling their parents mom and dad.

"Just what the hell is your damn problem, huh?" She snapped angrily, throwing another clump of grass at him.

"Knock it off, Shauna!"

"Not 'til you tell me what's going on!" She shot back.

"Nothin'! Damn, how many times I have ta tell ya?! Ya ears broken or somethin'? Or are ya jus' plain stupid?!"

"Screw you, Mikey! I'm just trying to be nice; why do you have to be such a douche bag?!" She snapped, feeling tears welling up in the corners of her eyes at his words.

"Jesus Christ! All I wanted was a little quiet, an' ya gotta go whinin' like a baby! Ya worse than Judy, ya know that?!"

"You know what? Fine. Whatever. Be an ass," Shauna said angrily, standing up, and brushing the dirt off her jeans. "See if I care. Come on, Judy; let's go see if Dad's back yet."

Daryl was still sitting at the table, chugging down a cup of something that was supposed to be some sort of coffee, when his daughters came in.

"Daddy!" Judy squealed, running up, and jumping on his lap. "You're back!"

He laughed as he hugged her close. "Hey, Ass-Kicker! You have fun?"

She shook her head vehemently, curls flying back and forth. "No! Bubba an' Shay were arguin', an' Bubba was bein' mean, so Shay said we weren't goin' campin' any more, an' I really wanted to go fishin', but Shay said no," She pouted, before her eyes lit up again. "Wanna play the fishie card game?"

Daryl sighed as he set her down on her feet, giving her a quick kiss on the top of her head. "In a bit, a'ight? Why don't ya go find ya mama, an' help her with the laundry?"

"But, daddy! I wanna play the fishie card game!"

He gave her a stern look, turning her around, and giving her a gentle push towards the cells. "I ain't gonna repeat myself, Judith. Now move it. We'll play a little later, okay?" As Judy trounced off, he turned around, his gaze narrowing as he looked at his oldest daughter. "Wanna tell me what' the hell is goin' on?"

Shauna scoffed as she dropped down on the other side of the table. "The hell if I know. Maybe he's still mad that I told you 'bout the Compton brothers bothering him. Or maybe he just enjoys being an asshole," She added with a snort.

"Language, Shauna!"

Both Daryl and Shauna cringed at the warning tone in Carol's voice.

"I swear, she's got the place bugged," Shauna grumbled, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly.

"Ya tellin' me. Swear, ya mama's got eyes an' ears on the back a her head. An' then I catch hell, 'cause she thinks it's all my fault. Like ya ain't never heard it nowhere else before," Daryl grunted, before standing, stretching his arms over his head. "I'll go talk ta ya brother, a'ight?"

Shauna sighed. "Yeah. Guess I'll go help mom with the laundry."

"That's my girl."