Negan sat bruised and bloody chained to the wall with TC opposite to him in the darkness, he could still hear that fucking drip. Everything hurt and he was fairly certain he wouldn't have been able to walk without help, his left knee wasn't broken or dislocated but it sure as shit was swollen.

Suddenly the heavy door was thrown open and light poured in which forced both chained men to hiss in pain and shield their eyes as they looked away. Baxter. Of course it was fucking Baxter, probably back to cut something else off as if his nipple and finger hadn't been enough.

"Hi, asshole." Baxter beamed like the cat who got the cream.

"The fuck do you want?" Negan growled, he'd not let Baxter see his agony. "Is it my next appointment already?"

That smile on the balding man didn't fade, if anything it grew brighter as he came close but the anger became apparent when Negan was suddenly kicked in the stomach forcing him to hunch over and wrench his bound wrist.

"Not quite." Baxter chuckled. "Just thought I'd let the next of kin know." That chuckle echoed across the room. "You're second-in-command just killed your wife. Sorry but your slut's dead, no more Queen. I'll let that sink in, buddy."

Negan didn't speak, surprisingly, and Baxter left filling the room with darkness once more. He just stared off at the dark in silence, he didn't know how quiet how long he'd been quiet but it must have been some time because TC actually startled Negan when he spoke.

"I'm sorry. The biters we expect but that..." TC trailed off lamely for a moment before he took a breath. "What was her name?"

"... Lee." He told the younger man quietly as he thought about the first time they'd met, he huffed a laugh then. "The most badass bitch I've ever fucking met. She's saved my ass so many times."

"How long had you been married?" Taron Charles asked with genuine interest.

"Not long, not even a year."

"Oh," the blonde was surprised by that "it's just you talk about her like you'd known her for years."

"I-" Negan snapped back to the real world then and out of his memories, anger washed over him. "What's with all the fucking questions?"

The sound of TC's chain rattled. "Nothing, just curious is all. It's not like I've got a magazine or anything."

Negan shook his head, he'd hardly even listened to the younger man.

"I don't believe she's dead. Can't be. My girl is too fucking smart to be taken out by Simon. My wife isn't dead. She's fucking not. I've seen her break into a panic room, I've seen her kill a fucking deadite with a beer bottle, I know how long she survived alone. She's my fucking Queen, she's unkillable."

Negan wasn't in denial, he knew his Yulia was alive, knew she wasn't dumb enough to be taken out by Simon of all fucking people. No, it would take someone like Negan himself to kill her.

"Maybe she's not, but if Baxter knows you wife is supposedly dead that means someone told him. Do you think your guy Simon would have gone all turncoat?"

"I wouldn't fucking put it past Simon in this situation. Goddamn asshole."

"If he has turned your factory and people over to Moran then we're not getting rescued, we're fucked. Unless we can figure out a way out of this bloody room then we're all going to die, I won't let Noelle die. I won't."

Shadows appeared under the door then, partially blocking the small slit of light out, feet, single person if Negan's eyes didn't deceive him.

"Whoever this dick is," Negan started in a whisper "goad the shit out of them until they come close then smash 'em in the face. I'll do the fucking rest."

The door was thrown open once again and just as before the bold light stung their eyes, Negan didn't blink though, couldn't, his hazel orbs went wide.

"... Lee?" Yulia smiled at him stood there in the doorway, he'd known she wasn't dead. "I fucking knew it!"

The Russian raced to him then and gestured for him to be quiet before she started to pick his shackle open as quickly as she was able. Negan grabbed her the second he was free and crashed their lips together. Alive. Yulia was alive. He'd lost one wife, he couldn't take the pain of loosing the other. She tasted like bitter coffee and Negan revelled in it, his wife was alive, he couldn't describe the wave of relief that washed over him. The raven-haired beauty whispered into his ear so only he'd hear.

"я тебя люблю, Negan." (I love you, Negan)

"I love you too, sexy." Negan glanced over at TC then and loosely gestured towards him. "Get him free too." Lee raised an eyebrow. "Let him the fuck out so he can go find his kid." When Lee rose to her feet and went to TC Negan turned his attention to the blonde as well. "Go get your daughter and that friend of yours. You're welcome at the Sanctuary."

Taron Charles lit up, eyes wife and grateful. "Thank you."

As soon as he was free the blonde shot up and escaped the room in search of his child, Negan couldn't blame him. Lee helped him up and that was when the full extent of the agony in his leg made itself known.

"Jesus motherfucking christ!" He growled as he leant on his wife.

"I don't think anything is broken but there's no way you can walk on your own." She told him in that thick accent of hers. "You need to lean on me. Come on."

Slowly they left the room, Yulia had one arm around her husband and the other firmly on her drawn weapon after she handed him her Ruger.

"No Lucille?" Negan hissed just for something to say as they made their way down the long hallways.

"She's safe and sound with Hal."

"And Sobaka?" He asked cautiously.

"That mудак (asshole), Baxter, shot him." She hissed.

They turned a corner thankful to find it vacant of Gargoyles, if they did get spotted Negan knew he wouldn't be any help to her; not that he didn't think Yulia couldn't handle herself.

"How do you know his name. Ahh, shit." That had to stop a moment when Negan put too much weight on his left leg.

"Simon left his channel open." She gestured to her radio as she helped him rest against one of the cold walls so she could peek through a door that didn't seem to fit its frame properly. "It's clear. Up the stairs then two lefts and a right and we're back where I got in."

So they went, steps slow and quiet to avoid the few Gargoyle's that littered the corridors, Negan had started to think Moran didn't have nearly the amount of men he pretended to. Just as they got passed the second left turn an alarm sounded and had them grounding to a halt.

"They know your out." Said Lee as though Negan hadn't already figured that out.

The pair moved faster then, Negan's leg stung like a bitch and screamed at him to just stop but he ignored it in favour of hurrying. They turned the second left and Lee practically bounced off of a slightly taller man in a waistcoat, in an instant Negan raised the Ruger intent on killing the man and fired but faster than anyone had thought possible Lee pushed herself away from Negan and between the two men. He shot her, it was an accident but he'd shot her. Lee collapsed on the dusty floor a hand over the bullet wound in her abdomen. Negan ignored the pain and dropped to the floor beside her and strangely so did the man; both horrified.

"Kотик (pussycat), why? What the fuck?!"

"Brother." She choked out out awkwardly.

Negan's eyes widened as they slowly moved over to the man's exposed forearm where he held the back of Lee's head, it was littered with little black dots. The constellation she'd told Negan about. He'd seen that man before when he'd been marched through the hallways by Baxter and he should have realised it then. This man was Illya Stravinsky.

"сестра!" (Sister) There were tears in Illya's eyes.

"...Брат." (Brother)

Negan shook himself out of his thoughts and back to the world around him, his hands were covered in his wife's blood and thoughts of Lucille kept screaming at him but no, he couldn't go there. Not until Lee was safe and Doc Carson was with her at least.

"We haven't got time!" He growled.

Lee grabbed her brother's arm and fixed him with a serious but pained stare. "Help him, Illya. I'm right behind you."

Illya didn't speak, he just threw Negan over his shoulder much to the older man's displeasure and too off towards the exit while Lee forced herself to her feet and followed close behind her husband and brother. The wound wasn't clean through, the bullet had lodged itself inside her abdomen and Lee knew she needed a doctor sooner rather than later; she was just going to keep bleeding. Strangely the only thing she could think of was how grateful she was that she'd not put her tailcoat on. She felt faint but pushed on anyway.

Illya forced open the exterior door after having shot the guard there with his trusty shotgun and rushed outside into the light where he was instantly faced with Yulia's mini Lieutenants and a small team, he couldn't count the number of guns he had pointed at him.

"Negan?" Hal lowered his weapon and rushed to their leader, he helped Illya set him down on the ground behind an old rusted car that they'd all been hiding behind about a fifty or so feet from the door.

"He good?" Asked Hal as he crouched down beside Negan, a thumb gestured to Illya who looked ready to fight his way out if needed. Surprisingly it was Illya that answered.

"Cool it, sexy. I'm friendly."

There was a mass of shocked expressions around him then, a black man with a shaved head nodded to himself with a smile as he leant against the car.

"You're her brother." Hal glanced around urgently then. "Where's the boss?"

"Right fucking behind us, dic-" Negan cut himself off when he couldn't find Lee, she wasn't there. "Yulia!"

No answer, Negan tried to force himself up but his legs wouldn't let him, they weren't broken but he couldn't put his full weight on them. If Baxter hadn't been called away Negan probably would have lost a hand and foot by now rather than just a finger and nipple.

"Hal," Negan began with a hoarse growl "get people the fuck in there and get her! Now!"

Hal nodded and rose to his feet a look of anger on his face, but before he and the others could take a single step towards the door again a plethora of Gargoyles spilled from it, there were out manned and out gunned. They couldn't go back for her.

"Fall back to the truck!" Yelled Evan.

Hal and Koby looped their arms with Negan and practically dragged him backwards towards the tree line where they'd hidden the truck. Negan didn't even really have chance to process what was happening all he knew was his wife was still in there, bleeding, alone. He couldn't lose another wife.