Thanks for your patience on waiting for new chapters on this story. And that you for your comments during this long hiatus. TBH I had lost a little bit of my mojo on this story and writers block has reared its ugly head. It was a PM from gdyoung59 that finally put me into gear – thank you xxx.

Anyway I hope you like this chapter and I will try and post the next chapter asap! Xx

CHAPTER TEN

2 hours earlier…..

"Jamie, I am really flattened by your attention. I'm not blind, alright? I can see what kind of man you are," said Michonne as she smiled broadly at Jamie. He smiled back but it wasn't as broad, it was sad. "Mich, I'm going to stop the …..It's me not you talk you're about to give me," Jamie said wryly. He knew it would a battle to capture the heart of the samurai but he had hoped he would do better than this. In the apocalypse, you go all in because you just had to. Before you knew it, the love of your life could be dying in your arms. Or worst yet, dying then trying to kill you. That's why he had perused Michonne. He knew he wanted her. And time was short.

Jamie and Michonne sat on her porch and watched the sun go down in silence. It was the end of their romantic relationship but MIchonne hoped it wasn't the end of their friendship. She had grown to enjoy the time they spent together. They had had similar interests in art and travel and could spend hours talking about their respective tours in France, visiting the Sorbonne. Or in Amsterdam; visiting the Van Gogh museum. They always had a lot to talk about. Michonne hoped they could get this back.

"Want to come in for a drink? Daryl's homemade stash of hooch is calling…."

"Sure Mich,"

They walked into her home hand in hand. They would be ok.

The present…

Both Ricks and Jamie's eyes moved from staring at each other intently to staring at Michonne. Their two minute stare down seemed to communicate a hidden / man / non-verbal / alpha male subtext that was indescribable to Michonne. She could only watch and make up her own interpretation. And the interpretation wasn't good. "My woman" Rick silently growled. "No, my woman" Jamie echoed back. Caveman v caveman. Alpha v alpha.

Rick's hand was still wrapped around her waist, his grip tightened somewhat in the uncomfortable silence following Jamie calling her 'baby'. Michonne looked at Rick and smiled gently. It was as if he was a wild animal she was trying to calm so it wouldn't attack. She knew Grimes. He would pounce and tear Jamie apart if he thought Jamie was a serious threat. She had to assure him he was not. Michonne placed her hand on top of his and patted it. He raised his eyebrows and gave her the side eye. She continued to smile and moved away from Rick towards Jamie.

"Rick, you should go and see if the kids are alright." Rick looked at her. He looked at Jamie, then back to her. Another silent conversation was had, this time between Rick and Michonne. Whatever was said, was obviously enough for Rick. He smiled broadly and showed his teeth at Jamie. The lord of the jungle pulled Michonne into a soft kiss, a caress of her butt and slowly ambled away.

Michonne moved closer to Jamie. Still with the same gentle smile she had given Rick. She got right in front of Jamie and slowly raised her left hand to caress his broad and strong jaw while looking deeply into his eyes. With her right hand, she flattened her hand and raised it in quick succession. Her full palm made contact with his broad and strong jaw. The sound of her hand fitting his face echoed through the dead walker infested streets. Her hand throbbed in response but she didn't care. She had just slapped the shit out of him. In surprise and genuine fright, Jamie reared back and fell on his ass.

While Michonne was sorry she had embroiled Jamie in her domestic troubles with Rick, Jamie needed to recognise that she didn't suffer fools. They normally ended up on the pointy end of her katana. But because she was in a good place, she was considering letting this one slide. Jamie looked up at the warrior princess from his position on the ground. He really couldn't compute what had happened. One minute, he was sure she was going to willingly submit to him. The next, he could feel the bruise forming across his face. And he swore she had managed to cut his lip!

"Ouch! Dammit Michonne. That fucking hurt," said Jamie as he cradled his face and whimpered in pain. He glared at her and rose up to stand. He then hunched his shoulders as if to attack. Michonne's smile slipped away. Anger replaced the happy visage. She reached behind to where her sword was sheathed. She pulled it out and tested the weight; all the while not breaking eye contact with Jamie. "Now I don't know how I got from having a few drinks with a friend and going to bed alone to being woken up by said friend in bed with me. Naked." Towards the end of her sentence, she raised her sword and pointed it at the man. Jamie's protestations of pain fell away. He knew what would happen if he said another word.

"Did you plan to rape me or somehow convince me that I couldn't do without you sexual charms? Climbing into the bed of an unconsenting woman is a no no. Even in the apocalypse." The tip of Michonne's sword moved closer and closer to his chest and rested gently over his heart. She could tell by the skips of his heart, reverberating through the slim steel of the sword, that he was scared.

He had good reason to be.

Jamie is in sooo much trouble but will his smooth talking help him avoid Michonne's blade? Watch out for the penultimate instalment of The End