Daryl's head was pounding now that the adrenaline was clearing his system and it was leaving a churning in his gut. He was searching his memory just for what he'd done to Ed but it was all such a haze. His ears were ringing even then and the yells around him felt like it was through water and nothing made sense. He could remember Ed's eyes locked with his through it all but nothing more. He knew he was in deep shit just from the flashes of worry on Rick's face and the crease between his brow.

He'd felt almost drunk looking back on it now and it pissed him off that he'd lost control like that. Daryl felt justified though no matter how bad that man had it and he would never regret it. The motherfucker had put his hands on Carol. His Carol. The woman carrying his fucking kid. A man had a right to protect his family.

Feeling the headache turning to a migraine he closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. He already knew that they were the way here to get him and take him back to base. First day this shit was told to them and drilled into their heads even as he was face down in water going through training. Daryl kept his eyes closed and tried to shut his mind off.

"Let me in there."

"You can't go in there!" A voice barked.

Daryl smiled and kept his eyes closed leaned back against the wall.

"You gonna fuckin' stop me? You get in my fuckin' way again and I'll knock your teeth down you throat boy." Will snarled knocking the door open and striding in.

Daryl sighed knowing he was about to get a million questions but he didn't have the strength to push it away. He was tired. He felt mentally exhausted like he'd run cross-country and back in the span of an hour.

There was a scraping as Will pulled a chair around in front of the cell. "She's okay."

Daryl's eyes flew open and he nodded at his father not speaking. He wasn't sure what would come out of his mouth if he tried.

"She is pissed." Will smiled.

Daryl set up and shook his head, "She is going to be pissed for a while."

Will looked at him and frowned, "Not at you at Ed. Rick is there with Leigh taking her statement."

Daryl nodded and braced his elbows on his knees, "I kill him?"

"I don't know." Will looked like he was sick.

Daryl nodded his head and let his head hang again, "They'll be here soon."

"Do you know what they'll be doing?" Will questioned.

"Depends on Ed life I guess." Daryl looked up at his father.

Both of their heads snapped over at the sound outside the door. Carol's voice rose above everyone's out there and Daryl flinched slightly at the hysterical tone she had. He stood up and he felt Will's eyes on him but he ignored it. He could here Dean and Stacey talking to her but from the sound of her voice he knew she was just getting more pissed. Daryl started pacing the Doctors words running through his head about stress and anxiety making Carol sick and how unhealthy it'd be for their kid. He'd made things worse for her without thinking.

"She can't come in here!" Daryl snapped looking down his body at the blood on himself

Will seeming to think the same thing stood but it was too late. Daryl could hear the Officer on watch okaying her entering and rubbed his arms trying but failing to clear the dried blood. He knew it was on his throat, face, and hair were coated from his hands and cursed pacing even more.

The door swung open and Carol walked in shooting a look at Will and he gave Daryl a strained smile. Standing and walking out he was left there with a clearly upset Carol walking towards him. The door shutting behind Will was loud in the silence that followed.

Carol sighed and walked towards him motioning him over. Daryl walked over easy enough and she grabbed his arm forcing him closer to the bars. He let her pull him closer and she studied him before her eyes went to his hand. He cringed when he looked down and seen his busted and bloody knuckles. Her thumb rubbed over the torn skin and bruising and he seen tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Daddy already told me you aren't..." Carol looked up her eyes filled with tears before her eyes went back to his hand and she pulled him fully against the bars. Now flush with them she pushed his hand against her stomach, "He told me you were going to get a court-martial Daryl"

Daryl's eyes were on his hand on her stomach and he felt his throat closing up. She was trying to kill him. Seeing his bloody hand against the pale white of her shirt that covered her smooth stomach that was now carrying his little girl or boy...it made a sick feeling churn in his stomach. Pulling his hand back away from her he stepped away from the bars.

"I broke my CO's command." Daryl was watching her face waiting for anything other than what was there. Anger, fear...anything. She should be afraid of him how easy he found it to hurt another person. How much he had wanted to hurt that person. He would have killed Ed if those officers hadn't gotten him off of him. Hell he still might have killed him.

"What happens now?" Carol looked up at him her face determined, "Don't what Ed done count for anything?"

"I gotta wait and see if the CA gives the convening order." Daryl paced again, "If he does then I get the Court Martial and go to court."

Carol set down and looked up at him, "And your career?"

Daryl looked off and shrugged, "I don't know right now."

Daryl turned and walked over squatting down right at the bars and holding on to them. This would be the last time he seen her until he was released from base. He felt sick and studied everything about her. Her face was red around her eyes and she looked tired, worn even and that was his fault too.

"I made a mess of things." He spoke quietly looking at her.

Carol pulled her chair right to the bars, "We made a mess Daryl."

Giving her a sad smile reaching through the bars with the hand that wasn't his dominant he caught her hand. "I love you...don't forget that."

Dean had to force Carol to walk out and he seen the relief in the boys face. He hated that Daryl was locked up like an animal and that he was facing the things he was. He had done what he done and despite the damage that came with it he knew why he'd done it. Hell Dean himself wanted to find the motherfucker who had hurt his daughter and kill him. He had a hard time talking to her since she was just staring out the window. He wanted to take her home so she could get some sleep but she refused to go anywhere other than Daryl's.

He watched as she unlocked the door and walked in scooping up a ball of fur as she went. He could hear her baby talking and smiled. It was the lightest he'd heard her voice at all.

"Daddy'll be home."

The cat in question was now stretched out laying over Carol's stomach. Dean moved into the room and set down. "Carol we need to talk."

Carol looked over and nodded, "I should have told him at a better time but everything got so messed up."

The way Will had looked at her flashed through his mind. The way Daryl kept his eyes on her and the way she had set when he'd went into get her wasn't missed. He'd seen Daryl trying to pull away while she spoke low only to him so not to be over heard. She pulled his hand to her stomach and he'd seen the way Daryl's hand had spanned her stomach, his fingers moving slightly a small smile on his lips despite the situation.

"Carol." He spoke demanding she look at him, "You realize that he can be sentenced and lose his rank, his freedom, anything depending on what they say right?"

Carol nodded and he seen tears beading in her eyes. Standing up he moved to her and she all but threw herself at him. He grunted as he was knocked back into the arm of the couch.

"He can't. I need him here." Carol clutched at his shirt tightly. "We need him." Carol's face pressed into his shirt wetting it with her tears.

"We?" Dean felt his throat constrict.

Carol nodded against him.

"Carol Ann say something."

Carol moved into his side like she had so many times when she was little and looked up at him. Smoothing her hair back Dean studied her face and then met her eyes, "I'm pregnant."

He nodded at her and pulled her into his body more. Daryl's anger wasn't unexpected and Dean growled holding her against him. Daryl had found out it seemed about the baby at the same time he'd found out about Ed, of course he was irrational. He was trained to fight threats and he knew for a fact that was exactly what Ed was. "How long you known?" His voice was rough and he cleared his throat.

"Just today."

Dean hugged her tighter and she wrapped her arms around him. "Stop growing up on me."

Carol laughed and he smiled at the sound. As off as it was it was still great to hear, "Now you'll have a grand-baby to complain at."