Thank you all for reading and reviewing! I am sorry for the lapse in updates, not only did I start a new job but also I've been dealing with severe migraines everyday for two weeks. I think it's a combination of stress and staring at computer screens too much. So I needed to take a slight break from writing.

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The group walked for hours down a packed dirt road. Sam moved up front with Rick while Merle and Daryl scouted the surrounding areas for a water source and shelter.

"Ya did good in there." Rick rasped with calculating blue his eyes scanning the surrounding woods. Sam looked over with a raised eyebrow, "Didn't do anything, anyone else would've done."

"Ya killed two snipers, had backup weapons and helped us get out. Did more than most could." He responded giving her shoulder a comforting squeeze, "m'glad ya got Merle back too."

Sam swallowed as emotion bubbled up in her chest. She chewed her lip to hold back the burning in her eyes and gave him a stiff nod. "Me too." She choked out.

Rick rubbed Sam's back and raised his rifle as a branch cracked beyond the tree line. Merle and Daryl stepped through the woods, nodding to them. Daryl tipped his head towards the direction they came from, "Water this way. Say we camp 'round here."

Rick nodded and let out a sharp whistle signaling everyone to tighten up the group. "Found water. Gonna camp here tonight. Need a couple people to go fill up our bottles." He informed them looking around for volunteers. Tyreese and Carol headed off to collect water for everyone while Daryl and Merle start dressing the few squirrels and one rabbit they caught while scouting. Sam sat down heavily next to Merle and rested her head on his shoulder. She felt Merle kiss the crown of her head while he continued working.

"Ya ok Sugar?" he drawled his hands peeling back skin before skewering the squirrel on a long branch. Sam grunted and deadpanned, "Peachy keen."

A gruff laugh shook his shoulder making Sam smile. She had missed him so much that hearing him laugh made her heart clench. Sam looked up and watched him smile down at her, his piercing eyes tracing over her face. She could tell he was checking out her injuries and saw his mouth turn into a deep frown.

"I need to get those cuts cleaned up."

Nodding she sighed, "Later. I'm fucking exhausted."

"Lay down Sugar. I'll wake ya when dinners ready." He told her pulling his bag over, removing an extra shirt for her to use as a pillow. Sam curled up next to him on her side, her back pressed against the length of his thigh, feeling the need to keep direct contact. She heard everyone else chatting and working to make camp. Part of her felt bad for sleeping instead of helping but her body felt like it was going to shut down at any moment.

Merle looked at Sam who had passed out almost instantly when she laid down. He scowled at the bruises on her face and scratches along her cheek.

"She kicked a guy's ass in Terminus." Daryl rasped from next to his brother. Merle glanced over and chuckled, "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Shot two of their snipers. Weren't too pleased with 'er. Guy got one hit in and she just…. Fuckin' hell she walloped him. Mule kicked him in the face, broke his nose." Daryl described with a grin, "She said ya trained her to fight til the end. Thought ya woulda enjoyed his nose explodin'."

Merle laughed quietly to keep from waking her up and drawled, "Yeah I woulda liked to see that. Not her gettin' hurt but her fightin'. Were ya together since the prison?"

"Nah. Met up with them a couple days ago… Lost Beth." He paused and chewed his cheek the pain fracturing his face momentarily, "Ran into some assholes 'n had t'survive. I didn' know what they were." Daryl explained his tone regretful and rough. "They were huntin' a group. I didn't know it was Rick and Sam. Guess they killed one of there's and wanted blood."

Huffing out an angry breath, Merle looked down at Sam, her eyes twitching under her eyelids. He could tell she was going to have a nightmare already, her body getting restless.

"They tried to…" Daryl started looking at Sam and then towards Carl, "Sick fuckers."

Merle growled lowly and asked, "Ya kill 'em?"

"Sam killed the guy on her. Helped Rick and me get free. She used those knife throwin' skills ya taught 'er."

He looked up at his little brother smiling sadly and nodded, "Good. They suffer?" Daryl chewed his lip, nodding his eyes cutting to Rick, a flash of some emotion flooded his face. Merle didn't know what happened but it was bad enough to make Daryl not want to speak of it. Squeezing the back of Daryl's neck tenderly Merle drawled, "Don't matter how ya found 'em. Only matters ya did and ya kept each other safe. Good to have ya back Daryl."

His kid brother nodded again, distracting himself by messing with the last squirrel skewer. Merle could see the strain the last couple weeks had put on Daryl and could only hope that now that they were all together again, things would get better.

Everyone returned from collecting water and began sitting down for a light dinner. Sam was still curled up on her side and soon started making sounds of a returning nightmare. Merle didn't let her get to the point of crying out knowing she would feel embarrassed.

"Sugar," he rasped close to her ear making her jump slightly. Merle stroked her hair and whispered, "Ya a'right Sam, it's me. Let's get ya some food and water. Okay sweetheart."

Sam rubbed her eyes and croaked, "Thanks Merle."

"S'nothin Sugar." He answered handing over a bottle of water and stick with squirrel meat.

The group hiked along the long dirt road all morning, the woods they passed seemed endless and all encompassing. Sam walked with Michonne and spoke quietly about foods they missed. She snorted when Michonne reminisced on their frequent Twinkies and alcohol rooftop chats.

"Shut up Mich!" Sam growled while bumping her shoulder playfully, "I'm gonna punch you if I get any hungrier."

The woman chuckled and then turned her head sharply as a walker stumbled towards them. "I got it," Michonne stated reaching for her non-existent sword, having lost it to Terminus's storerooms. Sam snorted and walked past her with the large machete she took from the hellhole's butchery.

"What're you gonna do? Glare at it to death Mich?" Sam joked while swinging her blade through the corpse rotten head, the blood spraying across the tree trunks, her chest and face making Michonne laugh.

"Ugh," Sam grunted while stepping back towards the group. Michonne smirked and teased, "Karma's a bitch, smartass."

Rolling her eyes Sam walked next to Michonne again, the group moving onwards. She looked back and saw Abraham and Rosita talking quietly and narrowed her eyes. It wasn't that she didn't' trust them but they seemed to have an agenda which included traveling to Washington with their supposed cure. Sam wondered what Merle would have to say about this so-called scientist. She didn't believe Eugene and his scientific jargon. It seemed too good to be true and if life had taught her anything, before and after the turn, anything too good to be true was just that. Sam couldn't see anything curing the world. Not only the walking corpses but what had happened to humanity. There wasn't a pill or shot that could turn back time and make things go back to the way they were. This wasn't a fairytale. This was real life and it was really fucked.

The group was standing around a church while Rick questioned the priest, Gabriel, whom they rescued from walkers. Sam didn't trust the man at all. She was never religious and she had always felt organized religion was pointless. It seemed to her that it caused more problems than it solved and the way she grew up gave her little to have faith in. The priest stating he didn't need a weapon but his faith in god made her chuckle lowly.

Merle gently elbowed her in the side with a smirk. Shrugging she whispered, "What? That was the funniest fuckin' thing I've heard in years."

After Rick spoke with him, Gabriel informed him of a food bank nearby that would have canned goods. He explained he couldn't do it on his own because the basement was full of walkers and flooded with water. It was going to be a gold mine though so Rick gathered a group to go with.

Sam was staying behind because her head injury was still causing a terrible headache and dizziness. It wasn't helping that she hadn't slept more than a couple hours a day since the prison's fall.

"Sugar, you're stayin'. You're dead on ya feet and Daryl says your hurtin' from a hit to the head." Merle recounted before rasping, "Lemme see it."

Sam shrugged and mumbled, "m'fine."

"Lemme see Sam." Merle repeated firmly. Turning her back to him, Merle forced her to sit down on a pew while he stood behind her. He felt around and found the giant lump on the back of her head. Hissing at the pain Sam tried to pull away, the throbbing increasing to a less than comfortable level.

"Uh uh uh. Don' be a pussy, Sugar." He parted the hair and grunted at the sight. "Damn that's a bigun. Ya use your head as a batterin' ram or somethin'?"

"Bounced it off cement." She explained while he cleaned the wound with an alcohol pad. She hissed through clenched teeth as the wound burned.

"Well I'll pick ya up a helmet. Can't have ya spillin' what little brains ya got left in that purdy lil head, Sugar." He joked, flopping down next to her with a toothy grin. Sam rolled her eyes while smirking and bumped her shoulder against his.

"Better get yourself one too for all the smacks upside the head I'm gonna give you. Gotta keep you in line." She smiled leaning her head against his shoulder. Merle shook with laughter and threw an arm over her shoulder, pulling her in close. She felt his face rest against her temple, his lips dry and rough against her sticky skin.

"Don' doubt that Sugar'" he murmured quietly. "Le's clean that cheek too. Looks awful angry."

Merle pulled out a new alcohol pad and cleaned the scrapes across her cheek from being tackled.

"How'd ya get these?" he asked, his hand gently swabbing the raw scratches. Daryl walked over hearing his question and rasped, "It was when she decided to be some kinda boxer and kicked the shit outta the guy in Terminus."

"I heard ya got to used those moves I taught ya."

"Yep. I broke a guys face. I had some help from a pair of brass knuckles." She explained feeling him blow cool air on the scratch to help the sting before applying ointment.

"Oh yeah?" Merle asked his tone amused, "Good job Sugar." Tilting her head up Merle cupped her cheek gently and gave her a chaste kiss.

"Now don' go gettin' ya'self killed while I'm gone. Be mighty cross with ya." Merle teased, one corner of his lip curled upward.

Sam nodded and squeezed his hand, "Try not to lose anymore appendages while you're out huh?"

Merle grinned and shook his head. "Ain't promisin' nuthin'."

"I guess two sword hands are better than one." Smirking she stood up to see him out. Merle barked out a gruff laugh and shook his head. He pulled her towards him and whispered in her ear, "Missed ya so much, Sam." She gave him a small smile and a jerky nod, the emotions still too overwhelming. Merle gave her another kiss and whispered, "I'll be back soon Sweetheart. Rest for me okay?" Sam nodded and squeezed his hand, "Be safe old man."

The scavenge group left while the others worked on securing the church. Sam rested for a while but couldn't sit still while others were moving around. She joined Carl outside to see them nailing more wood to the stained glass windows. He motioned for her to join him on the side of the church. Sam wandered over and looked at the spot he was pointing at. Raising an eyebrow at the words carved into the church's wood siding.

'You will burn for this'

"Well that's disconcerting." Sam muttered tracing the jagged letters in the flaking paint. Sam glanced at Carl and asked, "What're you thinkin? Is he lying about killing people?"

"I don't know what it means but something bad happened." Carl muttered looking over as Abraham working on the bus while Eugene watched. Sam hummed quietly and reassured him, "We'll figure it out. Show your dad when he gets back and keep eyes on the priest when they're back. He ain't family."

Carl nodded grimly and headed back to the church. Sam circled the church looking for any other messages before heading back inside.

"So you're attracted to older mating partners?" Eugene asked in his bizarre stilted speech pattern.

Sam raised an incredulous eyebrow, "What's it to you?"

"No offense intended I was just making an observing of the age difference. It is peculiar to see a woman with your beauty settle for an older man, especially a redneck. My hypothesis is that it's biological. Females often seek out the most alpha male capable of survival in the animal kingdom."

Sam narrowed her eyes and moved towards the mullet wearing moron. Jabbing her finger in his chest she growled, "What's peculiar is the fact that you don't know me and you sure as fuck don't know Merle but you still feel the need to state your fuckin' opinion on the matter. Shut your fuckin' mouth before I shut it for you."

Eugen backed up while she continued to poke him aggressively. Rosita stepped in and pushed Sam's hand away. "Eugene back off, Sam don't lay another finger on him."

Sam narrowed her eyes at Rosita and sneered, "Don't touch me and tell you're pet pervert to keep his eyes to himself. I'm tired of him eyefucking me."

Walking away Sam went back to organizing her pack. A couple hours later the scavenging group came back with an enormous amount of food. Sam's eyes widened at the sight of canned goods.

"Glad to see you're still kickin' Sugar." Merle drawled sarcastically, "Ya missed all the fun."

Sam's nose wrinkled in disgust at the smell emanating from all of the scavenging group. "Yeah smells like it." She muttered. "Glad you made it back. Looks like we actually get to eat a full meal tonight."

The group finished nailing up windows and organizing food. Sam was exhausted. The weeks of living on the road were catching up to them all and with Sam's head injury she seemed to be struggling more than usual.

"Sam honey, sit down. You look like you're gonna pass out." Carol instructed moving her to sit on a pew. "Let me get you some water. Merle said you hit your head a few days ago. Did you puke or pass out?"

"Yeah. It's a concussion. Threw up a few times. I was dizzy but didn't have the time to pass out." She smiles sadly while wiping her hands on her jeans nervously. Carol nodded and kneeled in front of her to look at her pupils.

"Anything else happen?" she whispered quietly. Sam glanced over and saw Merle looking at her while Daryl, Rick and he talked.

"Didn't let it happen." Sam muttered when she looked back at the woman. "Have some wicked bruises on my back I think. Haven't seen 'em but feels like it."

Carol ordered in a motherly tone, "Let me see."

Sam shook her head. "Not here. Lets go pee."

Carol stood up and headed to the door.

"Where ya'all goin?" Merle asked his eyes narrowed with concern.

"Ladies room Merle. Ya gotta tinkle too?" Carol smirked over her shoulder while she grabbed her rifle near the door. Sam waved reassuring him, "Be right back."

They wandered away from the church and found a secluded area to use the bathroom and have Carol check Sam's injuries.

Carol lifted the back of Sam's shirt and hissed at the sight. Two large bruises spread across Sam's back from the claimer's brutal kicks. The tread of the boot was clear as day. There was mottled bruising across her ribs and stomach from all the punches thrown by the man in Terminus.

"Ouch, hun." Carol muttered as her fingers grazed the tender flesh. "How long ago was this?"

"Last few days." She muttered and grunted at the woman's' fingers.

"Well I don't feel any broken ribs or cracks. Any trouble breathing?" Carol inquired after pressing her fingers carefully on each rib.

Sam described her symptoms while taking a deep explorative breath, "It's sore but no sharp pains."

"Who did it?" Carol asked smoothing out the injured woman's shirt.

"A group of men who tracked me and Rick after we killed one of their guys. Found us the night before we got to terminus."

"They try do anything else?" She asked with a concerned face, her arms crossed.

"Of course they did." Sam snorted and shook her head. "Poor Carl….. he almost. Rick stopped it."

Carol swallowed and nodded. "Well, did they suffer?'

"Yes. Not nearly enough but yes." She replied as they walked back. Once in sight of the church Sam saw Merle waiting for them his eyes scanning the trees.

"Such a secret softy. Dixons are all alike." Carol remarked as they walked. Sam smiled and nodded, "Kinda like it. Makes it mean more when he does show it."

Carol smiled and rubbed her shoulder. "Go ease his mind, hun."

Sam walked up and Merle grinned but she could see the worry. "Thought ya fell in."

Sam laughed and shook her head. "Just gabbin' like typical women folk."

Merle rolled his eyes and pushed hair off her forehead rasping, "If there is one thing ya ain't it's typical."

Sam stood in front of him and rested her forehead against his chest. His hand stroked her back. When he hit the largest bruised she grunted and flinched. Pulling back he looked down at her. "Wha's that?"

Sam cleared her throat nervously and mumbled, "A few bruises. No big deal."

Squinting at her, Merle spoke low and firmly, "Turn around."

Sam shook her head, "Not now."

"Now girl." He growled his hand gesturing for her to turn around.

"Don't call me that." She growled feeling her chest ache.

Merle's eyes drilled into hers and threw back, "Gonna tell me why yet?"

Sighing she turned her head up the sky looking at the clouds passing overhead wishing they lived in a normal world. Chewing her lip Sam looked back at Merle and saw anger but mainly concern in his eyes.

"Sam." He whispered his voice gravelly but soft. "Talk to me Sugar."

Clearing her throat she asked, "Did Daryl or Rick tell you about the night before we got to Terminus?"

"Daryl mentioned it but didn't give me details. Said they're all dead."

"Yeah. They tracked us, Rick and I killed one of theirs when they came into a house we were hiding in. Lowest of the low type fuckers. Had one on me….. just." She shook her head and looked away a moment. "Just reminded me of the Governor. Grabby hands and kept saying shit while he…. Nothin' happened, I stopped it but he kept calling me girl and it turned my stomach cuz its yours and it wasn't you it was him and it was horrible." She finished in a whisper, her hands wringing. Merle pried her hands apart and pulled her to his chest. "Why's your back hurt?" he asked his voice strained but comforting.

Sam chewed her lip nervously and described her injuries, "Kicked me a few times and got punched at Terminus. Carol looked at them, said nothin's broken."

"How bad are they?"

"Feel bad, I cant see 'em."

"Lemme see." he asked again gently his tone pleading.

Sam backed away from his chest and turned around. She felt him pull her shirt up and heard the sharp intake of air hiss through his teeth. "Fuck Sugar." He grunted his warm hand stroking over it like he could wipe them away. Sam heard another gasp nearby and turned to see Rick on the porch of the church.

"Did that happen the other night?" Rick drawled walking down the steps.

"What ya didn't check her for injuries after some fucker kicked the shit outta her?" Merle growled seemingly pissed off that Rick and Daryl didn't protect her.

"I knew she hit her head. I didn't see her get kicked." Rick explained and added, "Sam I didn't know. I'm sorry."

"Its fine." Sam swore turning around, her arms crossed defensively. "I'm fine, no permanent damage."

Merle glared at Rick a moment before growling out a indignant breath.

"If Sam hadn't gotten that knife…." he paused while he looked like his was trying to shake off the feeling from that night, "Took out the one on me with a knife throw."

Merle smirked and turned to her, "I knew ya'd use those knife skills I taught ya."

"Pffft fuck you old man. I knew how to throw a blade long before I met you."

"Keep tellin' ya'self that Sugar. Couldn't land a blade worth shit til I trained ya." He teased.

Rolling her eyes Sam playfully slapped his stomach, "Whatever. Rick you would've gotten I said I didn't do anything, anyone else would've done."

Rick shook his head and clapped Merle on the shoulder. "Got a keeper Merle."

Merle snorted and shrugged his hand off, "I know that Officer Friendly. Think I'm stupid or somethin'?"

Sam smirked at Merle's inability to not be an asshole to Rick despite the time spent living together. Rick let it roll off his back now though. He had grown accustom to Merle's prickly attitude.

"Never said that. We're gonna eat a bunch and drink wine. Ya in?" he asked both of them.

"Fuck yeah." Merle grunted and motioned for Sam to go inside. "See ya inside Sugar. Save me a bottle."

"Merle you aren't drinking a whole bottle." Sam scolded while pulling the door open.

"Ain't no one stoppin' me." He muttered and motioned for Rick to stay. "Hold up Sheriff."

They were all sitting around eating and chatting. The atmosphere was light and fun. The food was a welcome comfort. They had all been scraping by on almost nonexistent food and water for weeks. The change was greatly appreciated. Merle sat on the ground, his legs spread. Sam sat in between and rested her back against his chest. His right sleeveless arm rested across her waist, while his left hand rubbed her shoulders.

"Ain't got muscles under here no more Sam. Think your made of cement." He drawled as his thumb dug into an especially hard knot. Grunting at the pain Sam joked, "Don't be such a pussy. Just admit ya got weak old man hands."

Scoffing Merle squeezed her shoulder even harder making her yelp.

"Hush ya big baby." He chuckled as his grip softened, his thumb rubbing soothing circles as the muscle final uncoiled.

Sam got up and sat next to Merle, drinking some wine. Judith was getting passed around and when she got passed to Tyreese next to them, the baby reached her pudgy hands up towards Merle.

Merle rolled his eyes. "C'mere ya lil shit." He grumbled taking her in one arm. Judith slapped his rough cheeks while he wrinkled his nose and pretended to hate it. Rick laughed hoarsely and looked over at Carol with a bemused expression.

She smirked and explained, "Judith's taken a likin' to beating up Merle. I think she likes his foul mouth because she giggles when he curses."

Rick shook his head while titling his head upwards. "Her first word is gonna be a doozy."

"Pfft. Getting to have any first word is better than nothin' nowadays huh lil shithead?" Merle quipped while making a snarling face at the little girl who laughed in response. The others were watching him with the kid and smiling. He never really dealt with the baby while at the prison. Most probably figured Merle hated kids but they could see he was perfectly capable of handling one.

Sam watched with a tiny grin as he showed yet another side of himself.

'Big softy,' she thought humorously.

Merle was talking to Judith so quietly only Sam could hear his gruff words.

"Now listen 'ere ya lil shit. Your pa's back so he's gonna put up with ya now. Uncle Merle's done babyin' ya. Ain't got time for no whiny snots no more. Ya hear me princess?" The drooling baby was gnawing on her hand while she watched Merle with rapt attention.

Sam smirked and laughed quietly which resulted in a glare from Merle.

"Shuddup." He growled but smiled when Judith giggled and slapped his face again with wet hands.

Rick laughed at the sight. "She's not afraid of ya Merle."

"It's a good thing I'm a sucker for blondes ya lil shit. Now go hassle some other sumbitch." He grumbled while letting Rick take her.

Sam laid her head on his shoulder and wrapped her hand around his bicep. Leaning over he kissed her head. She was enjoying his being more openly affection. Before the fall of the prison Merle kept it to such a minimum some people didn't even know they were a couple. It seemed the lost time together broke another shell of armor he had.

Abraham cleared his throat and began talking about the trip to DC. Everyone joined in on the conversation. Merle was grumbling next to Sam and finally spoke up. "Hey Bill Nye. How do ya think the government's still round? Government's gone. They all went to the CDC. Saw it blown to shit." Motioning to the others who experienced Atlanta's CDC.

"That's just one of hundreds of government facilities." Eugene stated and added, "DC has the infrastructure to still be working even after a FUBAR of this magnitude."

Merle grunted and shook his head. "Findin' it hard to believe there's a cure for rotting corpses walking 'round. They growin' new limbs and skin?"

"It is possible." The man mumbled.

Merle snorted and shook his head. "Bullshit's what it is."

Abraham puffed up his chest stating angrily, "He knows what he's talkin' about, redneck. Ya probably wouldn't even understand him if he tried to explain it to you."

Sam groaned at this guy's insult because she knew it was going to set Merle off. If one thing was sure to piss him off it was when people doubted his intelligence just because he was a redneck. Truth be told Merle was better read than most people. He had confessed to her one of things he missed most about Woodbury was their well-stocked library.

"Tha' righ'? Maybe he can learn me sumpfin' then." He drawled in a thicker accent than normal. Sam chuckled and patted his shoulder, leaning over to whisper, "Don't bother. That ginger is desperately wantin' the guy to be real. Nothing's going to change his mind 'til they show up and find a burned out hole in the ground where the place should be."

"Ain't right to risk everyone's lives to take that fool there if he's a lyin bastard." Merle grumbled sipping from the bottle of wine they were sharing.

Rick was talking about the trip and agreed that they would go. Sam rolled her eyes and looked at Merle. He was glowering at Rick and went to stand but Sam grabbed him. "Don't."

He looked at her worried eyes. Huffing a breath out his nose in irritation.

"Fine." Merle grumbled and sat down. Sam lay down; her head rest on Merle's leg. He twisted her hair around his finger and then combed through her tangled locks. Being careful to not disturb the giant bump on her head he stroked her hair until she passed out.

"She hasn't slept much since we met up." Rick spoke quietly then added, "Merle I know ya don't agree with the trip but truthfully what else do we have to lose?"

"We got a lot to lose Sheriff." Merle replied looking down at Sam sleeping. "Aint losin' her again and I'd hope to hell ya don't wanna lose those kids all cuz some dipshit with a bad haircut says he knows how to use a chemistry set."

Rick nodded and swallowed hard. "I think the group needs the hope. If we travel together, take it slow and steady…. I think it'll be fine. Plus we'll find more supplies as we travel. Maybe find another place to settle down in if DC doesn't turn out."

Merle sighed and let his head fall heavily against the wall. "Guess we'll find out. If it looks like my girl or my baby brother's in danger we're out. Ya hear. Ain't waitin 'round for y'all to change your minds. Ain't riskin their lives if we start hittin' shit storms on the road."

Rick nodded while rubbing Judith's back soothingly, "Thanks Merle…. I know that we've had our difficulties. I just want ya to know I appreciate everythin' you've done for this group. Ya kept my lil girl safe out there when ya didn't have to. Ya saved us back there in Terminus. I hope that we can all keep workin together to survive."

Merle chuckled and muttered, "Figured if I did some good deeds I'd find 'em again. Helpin' Sam outta Woodbury is what brought her to me, got me my baby brother back. Thought maybe it'd work again. I guess it did."

Rick smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Guess it did.

"Has anyone see Bob?" Sasha asked hurriedly when she came back inside, her eyes jumping around the room wildly.

Phew. This chapter was difficult. I wanted to stick to the timeline and canon plot but keep it interesting with out reciting it word for word. Hope it turned out. I hope to update sooner than this last time now that one of my fics is complete. Thanks agin for reading and reviewing!