It was dark as Sasha peeked out of a cabin window. Merle was sitting in front of a roaring fire. He had roasted some animal that was turning on a spit. It didn't smell bad but the animal itself looked to be suspect. Like it belonged to creature who's parts would've never been found in a supermarket!

She wondered why he was even bothering to cook anything, since chances were he couldn't eat. It occurred to her briefly, that he might be cooking it for her, but Sasha didn't want to think about a concept like that right now. She felt stupid for waiting around for Darryl to show up. The chances of him finding them at all seemed slim to none.

Sasha opened the door and stepped out into the darkness. She closed the door behind her and walked over to wear Merle was. He was cutting some part of the animal, off of the spit and putting it on to a paper plate. He looked up when he saw her and grinned!

"Couldn't keep away from my cooking, could you?" he beamed. "This is going to be crow stew."

Sasha's eyes widened!

"That's a crow?"

"No. It's a possum. But there a dead crow around the side of the house I'm going to clean. Add some beans and gravy and it's all good. Here, why don't you try some of this." he suggested, holding some of the possum up near her.

"Thank you, Merle, but I'm leaving. And I'm taking the car. I'm going to look for Darryl."

"You won't find him on the road. He'll be here any minute. My brother knows his way around."

Sasha could not deny that. She decided to sit with Merle. She wasn't hungry so much as she was worried. About Darryl roaming around in the dark, about the situation with Abraham and the underground…about everything.

"So tell me about that ginger fuck that's getting in between the two of you. How come neither one of you has killed him yet?" Merle asked.

Sasha thought about lying or telling him it was none of his business. But Merle had clearly been watching them as much as Dr. Jenner had. There was no point in evading the question.

"Because I can't believe Abraham has changed that much. The man I knew would've accepted things and moved on."

"Oh come on, girl! You didn't know him all that long."

"I won't even ask how you know that?"

Merle grinned again!

"I was in underground 'lock-up' for awhile. Dr. Jenner didn't think I could act like a 'productive citizen' so I was locked away. To inspire me, I was allowed to watch your group. Especially Darryl."

"Meaning since we got to Alexandria?" Sasha asked suspiciously.

"Before that. I saw your other boyfriend get eaten by those cannibal fucks! That was some nasty shit! I didn't think you all would get out of that shit alive!"

"You were watching us down South, from here in Alexandria?"

"No. I was locked up down there too. I woke up in an underground hospital. Then I was locked up. Then I became a productive citizen, then I slipped and was locked up again, then I became a productive citizen and was transferred up here. But that didn't happen until you all arrived in Alexandria." Merle revealed.

"Wait! We almost died at Terminus! Why didn't some of the underground guards come and help us?"

"What's Terminus?"

"Uh where the cannibals were?"

"Oh…I never knew the name of the place, I just knew they ate people. Carol really stepped up on that one."

Sasha said no more. If the Underground had seen them survive Terminus, then they had to have seen what went down at that hospital and Beth's death. Someone from down below could've helped them then. Or should have.

Rustling nearby pulled her out of her thoughts, and she touched the knife on her belt. Merle slowly stood up and looked over in the direction of the noise.

"Darryl? I know that's you! Get your ass out here and give your big brother a hug!"

Darryl slowly revealed himself, pointing his cross bow at his brother. Sasha slowly stood up and Merle grinned again.

"What's this? I saved your lady from the Governor and kept her safe until you arrived. Why are you pointing that damned thing at me?"

"You shouldn't be alive." Darryl said, never taking his eyes off of him.

"Dr. Jenner didn't agree. You know, he wanted me to be you."

Sasha peered at Merle.

"What does that mean?"

Merle turned towards Sasha.

"Meaning the Governor was Rick and I was supposed to be Darryl. Hell, it could still happen. I ran off to keep from doing it and warn you all." Merle said and turned back to Darryl.

Darryl slowly lowered his crossbow. There was a part of him that knew that killing Merle would be the right thing to do. That what Jenner was doing wasn't natural. But he believed Merle about this. And he believed that Merle hadn't wanted to pretend to be him.

He looked over at Sasha, who's facial expression he couldn't read. He then looked at his brother again.

"What happened after I put you down." Darryl asked, not phrasing it as a question.

"I woke up in the Underground. I have to say some shit though, Rick is a total fuck up as a leader. I saw that ass whipping the Governor gave him outside of the prison. Man. Rick should have beat his ass when he saw him again."

"Sasha, go inside." Darryl told her. Sasha decided to do as she was told. She walked back inside the cabin, but peered out of the window. While she didn't care if she ever saw Merle Dixon again, if Darryl was thinking of putting him down for a second time, it wouldn't be any easier now than it had been the first time. She was worried for him.

Meanwhile, Darryl confronted his brother.

"Why the fuck are we here? You killed the Governor?"

"Yeah. You don't have a problem with that, do you?"

"I have a problem with your not turning that goddamned car back around, and bringing Sasha back to Alexandria! And I know you. I know you, Merle…you were up to something here. Alone in the woods with my…"

"Your what, Darryl? Huh? I'm a different man now. I accept whoever wants to be with whoever. I don't believe Jenner is ever going to get this world up and running again so it doesn't matter anymore. But you're not taking care of business with that ginger. And I don't think Sasha has been firm enough with him. And you know I'm right."

"You've been watching all of that, huh?" Darryl half sneered.

"Yeah, I have. I know you've tried to kill him but he's tried to kill YOU, more times than you have him. I think you ought to make Sasha do it." Merle told him.

Darryl looked confused.

"I ought to make Sasha do what?"

"Kill Abraham. That's his name, right?"

Darryl eyed his brother.

"I can't do that."

"Why the hell not? Shit, he tried to kill her too!"

"I can't tell her to do something like that! What the hell is wrong with you? If you were in my situation…"

"Oh…no, no, no!" Merle said, shaking his head emphatically. "I wouldn't be in your situation, boy. You can best believe that! Look, let me take care of it for you."

Darryl clenched his jaw.

"Meaning you'd kill Abraham?

I'll go now. I'll take the car, go to Alexandria, take care of it and then come back for you all."

Darryl moved his cross bow gear on to his back and folded his arms.

"What are you up to, Merle? Because you're not offering to do this for Sasha or me. What do you want?"

Merle's cockiness faltered for a moment, telling Darryl he was right to be suspicious.

"I can't stay on the run, Darryl. I mean there's nowhere to go that they won't find me."

"What does that have to do with me?" Darryl asked.

"Rick and Michonne are alive down there. Michonne is being tested. Tested to see if she's fertile."

Darryl squinted at him.

"What are you asking me?"

"Let me take Sasha down below. If I can bring her to Jenner, it'll go a long way to save me. I can help you with him. I can get him to leave you all alone…"

"And what happens if Michonne and Sasha end up being 'fertile'? What the fuck does that mean for Jenner?"

"You know what it means," Merle said in a surly tone, "Jenner still wants them to fuck someone that's come back from the dead. For research."

"Someone like you?" Darryl asked with a hard edge to his voice.

Merle didn't answer. Darryl turned and walked inside the cabin. He closed the door, took off his crossbow gear and tossed it onto a couch.

"Why'd you leave?" he asked Sasha in a no nonsense tone.

"Why do you think? How could you give me an ultimatum like that?"

"It's not one if you love me."

Sasha's eyes widened! The L word.

"It's not about that."

"Loving me?" Darryl question, enunciating the L word.

"Abraham needs time."

"He told me he's never going to stop trying to get you back."

"Then he's going to be wasting a lot of time." Sasha said, moving so she could close the distance between them. "Because I'm not going back to him."

"Because you love me." Darryl stated.

"That sounds more like a fact than a question." Sasha smiled. Darryl moved to capture her lips with his own, when the sound of a car squealing off, interrupted them!

"Goddamnit! Merle stole the car!" Darryl snapped, glaring out of the window. Sasha looked out as well.

"I don't get it! He was in no hurry to go anywhere before." Sasha said. Darryl ran for his cross bow and together, he and Sasha eased out of the cabin and looked around. They could see nothing in the darkness. Sasha strained to hear but no sounds were heard except crickets.

"We're staying here tonight. In the morning, we leave on foot, then make camp someplace." Darryl said. Sasha nodded. They went back inside and Darryl looked around. There was a kitchen, bathroom and two bedrooms that he could see.

"What was Merle cooking out there?"

Sasha shrugged.

"I don't know. Some animal."

"Some animal, huh? Meaning something you wouldn't be willing to eat?"

"Oh come on, Darryl! He was going to make some kind of stew from possum and I think a crow. I'm just too worried to eat anything."

"Yeah, well, I'm going out to get the food. Then I'm bringing it back in here. Then…I'll season it if we find seasoning in that kitchen and serve you dinner. An apology dinner." he said gruffly.

Sasha touched his vest.

"You don't have to make me an 'apology dinner'. We'll figure a way out of this. Or around it." she said, kissing him quickly. She began to move away but Darryl pulled her back into his arms and kissed her possessively. Sasha felt herself melt at his touch and they fell to the floor together.

Sasha tirelessly rode Darryl's unyielding member for what seemed like hours, as he emitted lustful cries of appreciation. He could feel his organ pulsing and his world turning to fire as he held her bare hips, manipulating her further onto him.

As the lovers became lost in a storm of ecstasy, something interesting was happening back in Alexandria. Something in the form of new people looking for shelter.

An RV was outside of the gate in the darkness, and everyone was on deck to see just what the hell they were dealing with. That meant the hunt for entry points to the underground, that had not been sealed, would have to wait.

A middle aged woman, with blondish hair, climbed out. Carol, Morgan and Abraham walked to the gate, weapons raised to greet her.

Only Abraham recognized her.

"Maddie?" he asked, unsure. Madison Clark slowly lowered her hands.

"Abraham Ford? Oh my God! What are you doing down here? I thought you were living in Georgia, right? Someone told me you got married?"

"I heard you were in California." Abraham replied, lowering his gun. Carol and Morgan did not lower their weapons.

"Abraham," Morgan said calmly, "you want to tell me who this is?"

The doors to the RV opened, and a Johnny Depp looking guy, a teen with long dark hair and a black man, climbed out.

They were pointing weapons at them. Madison shook her head at them.

"Put them down. I know him."

"Yes, Madison," the black man said, "but WE don't know him. Or them."

"Mom," the Johnny Depp double said, "who is this guy? How do you know him?"

"He was a friend of your father's." Madison said in a hollow voice. A friend, and the reason for their father's suicide. Steven Clark could not live with the fact that Madison and Abraham, had had an affair behind his back. And while Madison was grateful to see a friendly face, she didn't want the kids knowing anything about her and Abraham.

"So…are you going to let us in?" Madison asked, smiling at Abraham. There was something about the way she looked at him, that raised Carol's suspicions.

She took over.

"You can stay parked outside of the gate until we've vetted you with Abraham." Carol said, still pointing her weapon at her. Morgan lowered his and the other residents took their cues from them. Abraham conferred with the two of them.

"Maddie is good people."

"What about the others?" Morgan asked.

"I don't know." he admitted.

"Well because you don't know, they sleep in the RV outside the gate for the night. Really, if they come in here then they need to know everything." Carol said.

"Learning about the Underground might drive them off." Morgan said. But Abraham shook his head.

"Naw. Not Maddie Clark. She doesn't run from anything." he said. Carol raised a brow, wondering if this woman outside of the gate, could be a solution to the Darryl/Sasha/Abraham triangle.