A/N: Dodges heavy large objects being thrown at me. Sorry for the cliffhanger guys…

So this chapter is like angst baby...I think...maybe...so if you don't like angsty stuff, sorry!

IT'S SO SHORT too. I was offered a new full time job last week 4 states away so now I have to pack up my apartment and everything and finish work in like 2 weeks and move away from my hubby for a few months who is transitioning out of the military and the whole thing kind of sucks and is fantastic at the same time. So leave me reviews to come back to :)

Comical Irrelevant Note: Sometimes when I write Murphy's accent, it comes across as Daryl's hick accent, since on paper it's basically kind of the same thing. And then I picture Daryl Dixon in my story, and I need to walk away because, well, that's just confusing. And I'm like, Daryl, get the fuck out my story, I like Murphy better. So that might be why this is taking so long to write. Or maybe I just need a brain transplant. Okay, I'm done. Stop laughing and be serious now. This is serious guys.

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"He told me last night Connor. I know everything."

"Wh-what?" Connor said a little too fast, but trying to keep his tone light.

"Murphy told me everything last night. About you guys, about the Saints" She spit out again. She was waiting for his reaction, but he just stared at her with a deer-in-headlights look. She continued, with nothing short of word vomit. "I'm...okay with it, so please don't be upset with him. Or throw me in a bag in a river or something, because I'm not going to tell anyone." Addie suddenly felt very small. And very much like she was about to end up in a bag in a river.

Connor didn't say anything- and that's what scared her the most. If he had been yelling, screaming, about to go beat up Murphy, well, she would have been okay with that. But no. He just sat there, his eyes boring into her with an unreadable expression.

"He 'ad no right ta tell ya Addie." He said finally, quietly. He didn't sound angry or upset, or anything. Just neutral.

"I know." she whispered breathlessly, now staring down at the table.

"No, ya don't know." There. There was the hint of anger she had been looking for.

"No...I guess I didn't. But I know now." She sat up a little straighter. "Whether or not he should have told me is besides the point now, isn't it? "

More silence, then-

"This isn't good for ya, or us…" she could see the wheels in his head turning. "He put you in danger too Addie. Really, the less ya know, the better... what exactly do you know?"

"Honestly I don't know much." she said, still quiet, her eyes trailing off. She wanted to look anywhere but at him.

"Aye, well if ya know at all, then ya know enough, believe me. Ya don't want ta get mixed up with us." He put his hands on his head and looked around, lost.

"Probably true, but I already am mixed up with you both." She was starting to get frustrated. Connor finally met her eyes.

"Addie, I need you to tell me anything ya know, everything he told you. Why the fuck would he even tell ya anything? How did this even come up?"

Addie met his eyes and folded her arms on the table, swallowing hard.

"Look, yesterday was a long day. A really fucking long day. You already knew my ex-husband showed up and what happened. Murphy lets some...things slip. And then something happened last night, and it just came out."

"What happened last night?" he said, with a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"Um." Addie paused, wondering if Murphy would mind if she told Connor about his nightmares- and what he almost did to Addie. No more secrets, she suddenly thought.

"Well, Murphy, he...he has nightmares sort of, you know that right?"

"Sleep Paralysis," Connor said, correcting her with a worried look on his face, but affirming that he did indeed know about Murphys 'nightmares'. He reached for a cigarette and lit it, feeling like he probably was going to need one for this conversation.

"Right," she said very quietly. "Well, he was having one of them, and I could tell something was really wrong with him. So I tried to wake him up, and…" Addie wasn't quite sure how to continue.

Silence. And then-

"What happened Ad?" A look had come over Connor's face as if he already knew what had happened. Addie met his eyes, and let out a breath.

"I must have set him off. And he choked me. But he had no idea what he was doing, and then he woke up in the middle of it." She said it as lightly as she could.

Connor didn't react immediately, just like before. The next second, he was out of his chair, which consquently went flying as he got up so suddenly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He was now pacing, his hands up behind his head.

"I'm fine though Connor."

"Fuck." Was still all she got out of him.

"I'm fine." Addie said again, softly, sadly. As if she was trying to convince herself that she was, in fact, fine. Again, there was a long period of silence.

"'S takin' a toll on him more than I thought." Connor finally said out the window, seemingly to no one in particular. His voice sounded pained, maybe frightened- a mix of emotions and Addie couldn't pin just one down. She said nothing for a long time, because she knew this was between Connor and Murphy.

"He's scared." She said quietly.

Connor nodded. He turned around, and met her eyes, and they stayed like that for awhile. Addie was the next one to break the silence.

"You should stop. Stop all of this. You two are good men, and I know what you are doing is sort of…" she stopped for a moment, fishing for the right word- "Admirable, in a fucked up way, but it's dangerous. And clearly taking a toll on both of you."

"What the fuck are ya doing here Ad?" Connor finally broke the silence, taking a drag from his cigarette. There was no hint of spite or anger in his voice, just confusion. "How are ya okay with any of this?"

For once there was no pause after he said this, and no hesitation when Addie spoke next.

"Because my husband hurt me in unimaginable ways, and I want him to suffer for it. And that's what you do, right? Make evil men pay for whatever the hell they've done? So, yes Connor, I'm okay with it. If you knew half my story you would have no problem believing me."

. . . .BDS.

Sorry guys. So short. And it's probably crap. There will be more soon, just seemed like a good place to cut it off. Review, and I'll give you a cookie and Pookie Dixon. JUST KIDDING. Only the cookie.