"Dammit, Dutch." Celina muttered these words under her breath, her eyes still closed in a half-sleep. What the dream version of Dutch had done to be sworn at, it wasn't clear but the real life Dutch stared at the girl sleeping in his bed in amusement, legs started to twitch like she was running. He put on his clothes, with a smile of adoration at the girl. He would have to wake her up if they were ever going to move to that house outside of Saint Denis on time as planned. He slowly reached a hand out to her and shook her lightly, "Celina, Celina, wake up. We're getting ready to leave."

Groggily, the woman slowly opened her eyes and stared at Dutch blankly before her vision came into focus. She rubbed them to get the crusties out and yawned, "I'm so tired."

"Rightfully so," Dutch began to gather his belongings from his tent, "Yesterday was too much for any of us. We will be ok though. We'll get out of here before anything happens, make some more money and be on our way out west."

Celina nodded uncertaintly but of course hopefully, "I'm ready to get out of here." She sat up in the bed and put her shirt back on, followed by her pants. With a smile at Dutch, she stood up and placed a kiss on his lips, "Let's get ready to hit the road."

"Dutch, Dutch," Micah approached the tent, making Celina want to punch him in the face and slit his throat more than she could express.

"What is it?" Dutch walked outside, giving Micah his full attention.

"You'll never believe who I just ran into- some of Colm's boys... they were talking about how Colm is ready to try to make peace with you and the lot of us. Ban together against the Pinkertons and put the past behind us."

Arthur walked up, interrupting the conversation, "What do you think about this, Dutch? It screams trap if I've ever heard of one."

Micah gestured to Arthur, "Well, it most certainly is trap. You can ride with us though, Arthur to cover us and if it isn't a trap, we'll be in for a nice surprise." He looked back over at Dutch, "So?"

Dutch glanced over at Celina to see her shake her head ever so slightly, it was a gesture that none of the others noticed, having not been watching for it, "Colm O'Driscoll... I killed his brother, a long time ago and he killed the woman I-" His voice cut off with emotion and he shook his head, "I will think about it. For now, we work on getting the hell out of here."

Micah shifted his weight, "Ok, well, he's expecting us to meet him today, so don't take too long thinking."

Dutch nodded and watched

as Micah walked off. Celina watched as well, waiting until Micah was out of ear shot to speak. She had caught the glare he threw her way, she didn't like it, not one bit. The woman licked her lips and kept her voice low, "I think Micah might know about me."

Dutch chuckled before wrapping his arm around Celina's shoulders and leading her back into the tent, Arthur following with concern written upon his face, "My dear, how exactly would you expect Micah to know? Neither of us has said anything to him regarding your situation and I can surely affirm that Hosea wouldn't have let the cat out of the bag neither."

She shrugged, "I just, I have a really bad feeling, Dutch.. he's been giving me looks, and-"

"Oh, has he been giving you looks? Ever since you accused him of setting us up in Rhodes?"

Celina fidgetted nervously with her gloves, "I'm worried about you, Dutch. Defending him like this."

Dutch went to open his mouth, but Arthur cut him off, "It is concerning, Dutch. That you are so fast to defend him when Celina has told us almost all along that Micah is the rat."

"He's the rat!" Dutch bellowed, "None of you seem to understand that those journals of yours that Celina's... video game was based off of could have been altered for entertainment purposes. Or, or, they could match your journals and make Micah out to be the villain due to your own suspicions. She has explained Arthur, the game was based on your point of view."

Celina shook her head, "Dutch," she reached out to him, and laid her hand gently on his arm causing him to take a deep breath in attempt to calm down, "Please, I need you with me, not against me." She realized despite herself that what she had just said was something that would typically come from the mouth of Dutch Van Der Linde... it seemed that spending so much of her time with him was causing him to rub off on her slightly, "Please."

Dutch pulled away from her touch gently, backing up ever so slightly to stare at her for a second, "I cannot say I am completely convinced what you believe is true about him is true."

Arthur tipped his head back in exasperation, "Dutch. She's telling you."

The leader held up his hand, "I need to think, Arthur."

"And about meeting Colm?" Celina raised a brow, "Don't do it, it's just a set up, all that will come out of it is Arthur will be captured, tortured some and escape. Nothing good, just a way for Colm to try to turn you into the Pinkertons."

"Now that," he pointed a ringed finger at her, "That I absolutely believe."

"But wait," Arthur looked over at Celina, "You're saying that I do get out of it ok, right?" Celina nodded and Arthur continued, "Maybe we should go anyway, because if we don't and Micah has his suspicions that you've seen the future and he is involved in the set up.. that's only going to make his beliefs stronger... if we act like you never warned us... maybe he'll start to question himself."

Dutch raised his brows, "That sounds like an excellent idea."

...

So, they had done it, Arthur and Dutch had went off with Micah to meet with none other than Colm O'Driscoll. She didn't like the idea of Arthur having to go through what he would but the plan made sense. Really, it was unfortunately the best one they had and Celina was beyond grateful that Dutch had agreed to it as well.

For the time being, she sat in her own tent, writing. Yes, she had recently taken up the hobby of writing in a journal just as Arthur did. It was therapeutic, helped to express herself in a way that wouldn't concern others. She'd be damned though if she considered not burning her journals at some point in her life. There was no way she wanted people in the future knowing about the actual possibility of time travel let alone the fact that it had already happened.

Every once in a while she looked back towards the entrance to the camp wondering when exactly Dutch and Micah would be back. She bit her nails nervously at the thought of Micah. She hadn't been looking for attention when she told Dutch and Arthur that she thought Micah knew.. the looks he had been giving her? Sure, she figured that they could have been because she kinda accused him to his face of setting up the ambush in Rhodes... still.

Finally, she heard both the voices of the man she loved and the man she hated with her entire being, "See? That wasn't so bad, Dutch. Nothing happened."

Dutch nodded, dismounting from his horse and walking into camp with Micah at his side, "No, it didn't go so bad. That's not saying he's to be trusted."

"Oh, not at all."

Celina eyed Dutch as he approached her and took note now Micah rolled his eyes upon seeing where he was going. She licked her lips to moisten them and then stood up herself and going to meet him in the middle of camp, "How'd it go?"

Dutch took a deep breath and nodded, "A little better than I expected, there was no shoot out."

"Good," her gaze drifted back over to Micah who had went off to speak with Bill and Javier, "Do you feel like going for a short ride?"

Dutch glanced around the camp to see everyone occupied with something, he seemed like he wanted to say yes but then shook his head, "No, it would be better to wait here. Didn't see Arthur after the O'Driscolls left. I want to make sure the boy makes it back ok. If not..."

Once again, she was grateful for Dutch playing along so well, "We can wait for him, I'm she he's fine."

...

Dutch had made the decision that they would all wait to move camp until the next morning in hopes that Arthur would show up later that night. He did, it wasn't until that evening when Arthur's horse came walking into camp, a barely conscious Arthur falling to the ground.

Upon realizing exactly who the horse had brought in, just about everyone ran to him, Dutch in the lead, immediately crouching down bedside him, Celina next to Dutch. Despite having known what would happen due to Celina's information, the leader still sounded truly panicked, "Arthur, Arthur, my dear boy, can you hear me?" His dark eyes assessed Arthur's state and he clenched his jaw, "Arthur."

Celina, from where she remained knelt at Dutch's side, felt tears prick her own eyes at the sight of her friend being in the state he was in. She really hoped that not helping Arthur would get Micah to back off with his own clear suspicions.

Relief washed over her upon seeing the outlaw open his eyes, "D-Dutch?"

"I'm here son," Dutch cupped his face gently and his voice cracked as he spoke, "I am here. You're going to be ok, you're safe now. It's all ok."

Everyone else stood around in shock at the condition which Arthur had returned to camp in. It really did seem as if he were half dead. Dutch motioned to Bill, "Come here, Bill, help me get him back to his tent."

Celina rose to her feet and moved out of the way as Dutch stood up as well, helping Arthur to his feet, Bill wrapping Arthur's right arm around his shoulders and Dutch taking Arthur's left side as they helped him hobble back to his tent.

Just as Micah was sneaking out of the camp in the midst of all the commotion, Celina's eyes landed on him. She called out to him in front of everyone else, "Where are you going, Micah?"

Micah paused where he stood by his horse, half mounted, "I'm scoping out that house we're heading to in the morning. After something like this, who knows what might be laying in wait for us."

Celina's brows furrowed, the house outside of Saint Denise? Surely the rat had to be lying because from what she knew, they weren't going to be ambushed there... not right away anyway. She nodded though, she'd play his game, "Well you shouldn't be going alone. If there's a trap for whatever reason the worst thing to be is alone."

Micah went to open his mouth to protest but Celina held her hand up and cut him off, "I insist." She looked over to John and Javier, "John, Javier, do the two of you want to come with Micah and I? We're gonna take another look at that house."

Micah looked incredibly irritated, which made Celina happy enough she had to fight to hide her smile. Checkmate, bitch. John sent a worried glance in the direction of Arthur but nodded as did Javier, both of them verbally confirming that they were in.

"Ok then." Celina mounted her horse along with the other two men and at that, they set off in the direction of their new camp. "So," Celina glanced over at Micah, riding right beside him, "What's got you so paranoid about this new camp?"

"Nothing has got me paranoid," Micah spit the words out with attitude, "Is there something wrong with wanting to make sure that everything is going smoothly or are you trying to throw random accusations at me again?"

She wished she could pull out her gun and shoot him as she wished she could so oftenly. Feeling as if she would lose self control to keep from doing just that if she continued talking to him, she dropped back to ride beside Javier and John. She hated that she was out riding around with Micah Bell- the very scum of the earth but she felt as if she didn't have a choice. She knew that he had to have been up to something other than checking on the house and she wanted to ensure he did not succeed.

"Do you think Arthur will be ok?" It was John who asked her the question and she nodded.

"I think he will be. He doesn't seem like the type of man to give up so easily. Just needs time and attention to recover in my opinion. Hell John, you got attacked by a pack of wolves and lived. Look at you, better than ever."

John smiled sheepishly and then Javier called up to Micah, "How far is this place from here anyway?"

Micah shrugged and Celina wondered if he even really knew himself. Had Micah ever been there himself? This would be interesting and she sure was ready to let him figure out the location himself. It seemed that the rat had read her mind though, "Well, I ain't ever actually been there before."

John shook his head, "Really, Micah? I'll take the lead then."

Celina rolled her eyes, "I say we let Micah lead, after all he did seem comfortable enough coming out here by himself."

"And I thank you so kindly for inviting yourselves along." Micah looked back at them as John picked up speed and passed him by, "Where are you going, Marston?"

"Getting us there faster, come on."

...

John had gotten them there pretty fast and Celina gawked for a moment at the sight of the house in person, it truly was huge and could have been beautiful at one point, or even then if people would have taken care of it.

The four of them dismounted the horses after riding around the premises for any sign of people and finding none. It had been agreed that they would check inside too, just in case. It was almost funny seeing Micah be so thorough in pretending this was what he had been intending to do upon trying to sneak out of camp. It really made her wonder who he was supposed to be meeting with or what he was supposed to be doing at the moment. It brought her pleasure to think she had kept things from going his way.

"Ok, John and I take upstairs, you and Javier search downstairs?" Celina kept her gaze on Micah, waiting for his answer.

He nodded, "Fine by me."

Upon entering the house Celina and John did just that, they went upstairs and began searching the bedrooms. Finally, Celina turned to John, keeping her voice at a whisper, "Do you trust Micah?"

John shook his head, "No. I don't trust Micah, what kind of question is that?"

Celina darted her tongue across her lips, "Can I trust you?"

His brows rose, "Of course."

She nodded, "I thought as much." Celina peered out the bedroom they were in then to check that Micah wasn't standing within close proximity, "I need to show you something."

The outlaws eyes widened, confusion evident, "Show me what?"

She tucked her lips in with slight nervousness before tugging off the glove on her right hand and rolling up her right sleeve, revealing her tattoos to John. She watched him closely as his face contorted in further confusion, "What're those?"

Celina swallowed, "Tattoos.. and they're my way to prove to you that I've come from the future. You can't tell anyone, John... only Hosea, Dutch and Arthur know... I'm telling you because I may need your help."

"My help with w-"

There was the sound of someone starting to come up the steps followed by Micah's voice, "Are you guys coming? I'd like to be out of here before it's totally dark."

Celina quickly rolled her sleeve back down and slipped on her glove, "Yea, we're coming." She shared a look with John reminding him not to say anything before the two of them left the room and quickly hustled down the stairs.

Micah was waiting a short ways from the bottom, "What were you two doing up there anyway?"

Celina shrugged and looked past Micah to Javier, "Are you ready to go?"

The Mexican nodded, "Sure am, let's get back."

...

By the time the three of them got back to camp, it was dark. Getting stuck out in the dark had been unavoidable though considering how late they had left. Really, they probably should have waited until the morning to head out but concerning the circumstances...

"It remains all clear and ready to be moved into in the morning." Micah patted John and Javier's shoulders as he walked past them and into the camp.

Celina rolled her eyes once again at Micah's behavior and made a beeline to Arthur's tent. Seeing him appear sound asleep in his cott, she approached and sat on the end of it, speaking softly, "Arthur?"

The cowboy opened his eyes slowly, telling her that he hadn't been truly asleep in the first place, "I'm alright."

She smiled at him tightly, still feeling guilty about him being in the situation he was in, "Can I get you anything?"

He should his head, "No, I'm ok." He smiled weakly, "I think I'll pull though."

"Well, you better."

"I heard you were out looking at that house with Micah of all people."

She nodded with a large yawn, "I was, it was as terrible as it sounds but I think I'm going to get some sleep now."

Arthur nodded slightly with a groan of pain, "You do that, we'll talk later."

She reached for his left hand, giving it a gentle sqeeze, "Goodnight."

He gave a gentle sqeeze back to her, "Goodnight Celina."

Taking a deep breath and reassuring herself that he would be alright, Celina let go of him and left his tent heading back in the direction of her and Dutch's. She smiled at the sight of the man she loved laying in bed on his back with his right arm slung across his eyes. He moved it from his face so he could see whoever it was approaching, "Ah, miss Knoll."

Celina laughed, and stripped down to her underwear before climbing into the bed and curling up beside him, warming up from the comforting heat of his body, "You're in bed early."

He shrugged and turned on his side so he was spooning her with one arm around her waist comfortably. She almost shivered at the sensation of his warm breath hitting the back of her neck, the smell of whisky lingering on his breath.

Celina reached and put her hand over his arm that he had wrapped around her, stroking her thumb across the back of his arm in a soothing manner, "Arthur will be fine. You've got to trust me on that. I never would have said that he'd be ok if I didn't know it myself."

Dutch nodded and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of her neck, making her squirm, "I trust that he will be. That boy is like a son to me.. more than a son." He shook his head, "To see him in pain like that. I would so much rather it be me."

As if it were possible, she tried to cuddle even closer to him, weaving her fingers through his at the thought of him having to go through what Arthur did. Arthur going through it was hard enough, terrible. But the thought of Dutch going through it and at the hands of Colm O'Driscoll and his gang was simply unbearable. She expressed that, "I wouldn't rather it be you. Not at all."

They laid together like that for hours, not even caring that it was only seven O'Clock at night. They talked quietly to one another about their dreams, told stories of things which had passed. Spoke of the lighter things which they hoped the future would hold... what their land would be like out west. The two of them shared a few kisses throughout the course of their conversation, delighting in having the other right there next to them until the both of them drifted off to sleep.

...

A/N: There's the new chapter, sorry if it was a bit boring, kinda a filler chapter but still needed the same. Some fluff in there and some satisfaction in ruining one of Micah's small plans. Don't worry, Micah will be dealt with eventually but he is still important right now.

What do you guys think about how Micah's eventually going to be brought down and who will be involved. I think I know but I want to see what you guys think too. Also, about Celina showing John her tattoos and is in the process of trying to explain things to him?

I do want to point out as well that the timeline will be drug out some due to Celina's presence so things will be a bit different. I can't help but think that with each chapter I write, we get closer to the part where they rob the Saint Denis bank ? ゚リᄁ

Anyway, next chapter will be up soon!

Disclaimer: I do not own Red Dead Redemption 1 or 2 or anything associated with it.