A/N: Hi friends. Here is another chapter for you. It starts off diving a little deeper into Tim's perspective. Then we get a little more interaction between Rick and Michonne as the story unfolds.

One note of clarification: Michonne found out that Ed was cheating on the same day that Kyle died. Horrible…I know.

I hope you enjoy! As always, thank you for the follows, favorites, and reviews! I read every one of them!


Chapter 3: One is the Loneliest Number

Tim rushed out the door, heading for his car, when his mother called out to him, "Timmy, hold on for a second. Can you help me bring something up from the basement before you leave?"

"Ma, I'm gonna be late for work, I really gotta get a move on," he groaned.

"It'll just take a second honey. You know how hard it is for me to climb up and down the stairs."

He watched her wringing her hands. He knew her Rheumatoid Arthritis was flaring up. He hated when she was in pain.

"Sure, ma…no problem," he agreed.

Tim swiftly assisted his mother with her task, then started on his way to work.

His phone rang as he made his way down the road.

"Jeremy, what's up?" he answered.

"Yeah, man…That's what I said. Oh, yeah right," Tim laughed as he drove down Augusta Lane.

"Well, look man…I'm heading into work. I'm kind of in a hurry, but…"

He dropped the phone between his seat and the center console. "Shit," he huffed reaching down to grab it.

When he looked up, he was heading straight toward another vehicle. He tried to swerve, but it was too late. He slammed into the other car crossing the intersection. The force of impact was so strong, it flipped the other vehicle several times.

Tim banged his head on the steering wheel and blacked out.

When he came to, he heard sirens blaring, there was debris all over the road, EMTs were flooding the scene as a man was lifted into the back of an ambulance.

Tim screeched in horror as he watched it all unfold. He gasped as he saw a little body being covered. It appeared to be a little girl; her long hair was drenched in a shade of dark crimson. He screamed, but the sound was absent. He felt aching all over.

He tried to move but was stopped by a large man. "Sir…sir…I need you to hold still. You've been in an accident."

Tim tried to look the man in his eyes. He tried to speak, but he passed out again before anything could come out.


"I'm sorry…I'm so sorry," Tim moaned as he tossed and turned in bed. His phone rang, rousing him out of his nightmare. "Ugh," he groaned, grabbing the phone to see who was calling.

"Hello…no, I'm not just waking up…yeah, okay. I'll be in soon," he reassured the caller.

He exhaled as he grabbed his uniform out of the closet and laid it on the bed. He'd overslept and was now late reporting to his shift at the hardware store.

Grabbing the iron and ironing board, he glanced into the floor length mirror on the closet door. He jumped, nearly dropping the iron on his foot.

There she was…the little girl from his nightmare. The girl who invaded his thoughts and dreams. He'd envisioned her many times since that day, but the sightings had become less frequent over the years…usually just a fleeting thought, except for the time near the anniversary of the accident. The closer it got to the day, the more he saw her.

He shook his head and closed his eyes. She was gone when he opened them.


Six weeks had passed since Michonne moved to Tannon Falls and she was finding the town quite charming. The slow pace and quaint atmosphere were a welcome change to her life back in Atlanta. She was happy she made the decision to move here.

She enjoyed teaching and even found some time to work on her own creations at night and during the weekend. Maggie was quickly becoming a confidant for her. Michonne hadn't revealed her entire story, but Maggie knew enough to know that she was in need of healing. She was grateful that Maggie didn't push and allowed her to open up at her own pace.

Her handsome neighbor continued to keep to himself, but she had managed to coax a few smiles from him since the night he watched her dancing in her kitchen. She loved his smile. It was genuine and warm. She wanted to see more of it.

She had a sneaking suspicion, that he had watched her a few times since that night. Sometimes she left her curtains open on purpose. She didn't know why, but the thought of him watching her made her feel sexy. She hadn't felt that way in so long. When things started to fall apart with Ed, he stopped complimenting her, stopped touching her altogether. She hadn't been touched by a man in over a year and had no desire to be. However, her neighbor was starting to change that. Sure, he was a stranger, but that meant he wouldn't be expecting anything more. That worked for her because she wasn't sure she had anything more to give.

She smiled to herself, thinking about her interaction with Rick that morning. The mail carrier had mistakenly put her issue of Better Homes & Gardens into his mailbox. He brought the magazine over and teased her about her choice in reading. It was a quick exchange, but she enjoyed it all the same. The way his blue eyes sparkled made her heart skip a beat. When he handed her the magazine, his thumb rubbed against her palm, causing her to shiver a little. She was sure he felt it too by the way he shyly averted his gaze.

Her phone rang as she entered the Costco. She switched on her Bluetooth when she saw it was her mother, Anna calling.

"Hey mom, how are you?" she said, shuffling her cart to the produce section.

"I should be asking you that," her mother replied.

"I'm doing okay. I'm just out shopping for a few groceries."

"Make sure you're eating, baby. You need to keep up your strength. I'm guessing they don't have a Whole Foods. I know how particular you are," Anna joked.

Michonne chuckled, picking up a few apples. "No, nothing like that. I had to drive into Savannah to go to Costco. I wanted to buy in bulk, so I won't have to worry about it for a little while."

"Michonne, you wouldn't want food to go to waste, it's just y..." her mother stopped herself, realizing her words. "I mean…I'm sorry sweetie."

"It's okay, mom. I know it's just me now," she said, feeling uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation.

"Ugh, well I spoke with Ed. He called about sending your things. Have you spoken to him?" Anna asked, cautiously.

"I texted him my address. He still hasn't signed the papers. I don't understand why he does what he does. I'm not going to play his game, anymore," Michonne declared.

"I'm sure he'll sign them soon. He knows you're not coming back. How is the job? Do you like teaching?"

Michonne grabbed a few bottles of wine and liquor. "It's actually refreshing to be doing something new. I have a couple of really promising students."

"You mean a couple of freebirds like yourself?" Anna teased.

"There is nothing wrong with nonconformity, ma. Conforming is boring. We only have one life to live, so why not live it to the fullest."

"It's nice to hear you talk like that again, baby. I was afraid your spirit had been broken. I want you to be happy again. I know you can get there."

"I'm trying mommy. I really am. Oh, and I met a friend…"

"Really?" Anna interrupted. Michonne could hear the smirk in her voice.

"It's not a guy…well, actually there is a guy, but we haven't really talked much. He lives next door."

"Okay, you haven't talked much but you like him?"

"I can't say I like him. I just would like to get to know him, that's all…but as I was saying, I met a friend at work. Her name is Maggie. She's invited me out for drinks. I don't know if I'll go." She pushed her cart over to the seafood section, assessing the salmon and shrimp.

"Nonsense, baby. You should go. Try and enjoy yourself for a change. You've worked hard this year to get to a better place," Anna encouraged. "But maybe stay away from the strange guy for now. You need to be careful now days. He could be a wolf in sheep's clothing."

Michonne outright laughed at her mother. "He certainly isn't wearing sheep's clothing. He just might be a wolf, but I like that. He's a bit rough around the edges. It's kind of sexy," she blushed.

Anna chuckled, "Okay, well I know you still have needs, but just be careful."

"Okay, mom. I will, and I'll think about going out with Maggie."

"Alright baby. Talk to you soon," Anna responded, before hanging up.


Tim sat in the breakroom drawing in his sketchpad. John Walker, the owner of the store, entered the room and glanced at the picture of the little girl.

He sighed heavily, putting his hand on Tim's shoulder. "Timmy, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, just drawing," Tim replied.

"I can see that" John said, sitting across from the young man. "It's who you're drawing that has me concerned."

Tim closed the pad. "It's nothing to worry about. I just been dreaming about her lately…thought drawing her looking happy might help."

"Well, maybe…but I have to tell you something and it ain't good," John warned.

"Okay, what is it?" Tim asked, concerned.

"Does anyone know you're here? I got a weird call a while ago. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to alarm you, but then I came in here and saw you drawing Kaley Grimes. I'm just wondering if all of this is getting stirred up again since your release?"

"Uncle John, no one from King County knows I moved here. I don't put that out there, not even on social media. It was probably just a prank."

"Yeah, but her father is a cop. He could have done some digging. I promised my brother I would help you get back on your feet. I would hate for something to derail that. You're doing well here, Timmy. I'm proud of you."

"Thank you, sir. I appreciate all you and Aunt Ella have done for me. I just couldn't go back to King County after what happened, but I don't think Deputy Grimes or anyone else is looking for me. Still, it doesn't change the way I feel. I took a little girl's life. I served my time, but it doesn't feel like enough."

John leaned forward, looking Tim directly in the eyes.

"Now you listen to me son, I know what it's like. I used to be a drunk. It's a little different than your situation, but I was so messed up, I nearly killed myself and someone else one night. I went through hard times trying to sober up and get my life back together. It's hard…the guilt weighs on you…but you can't let it keep you down. Just live your life right and make sure that little girl didn't die in vain. You made a horrible mistake, but you can come back from it."

Tim nodded, vowing to follow his uncle's advice.

Their conversation was cut short by the sound of a customer entering the store.

Tim walked out to greet the patron, his knees going weak when he saw Michonne standing at the front counter.

"Hello, how can I help you?" he asked, smoothing out his short blonde waves, his hazel eyes fixated on her.

Michonne smiled politely. "I was just looking for some paint and maybe something to stain an old wooden chest. I'm doing a little updating to my house."

"Uh, sure. I can show you where we keep that stuff." He swallowed hard as his eyes dropped to her cleavage, her tight white tank top doing little to conceal the curves of her breasts.

They stopped at the paint aisle and he stood there awkwardly staring.

Michonne chuckled. "Thanks, I can take it from here."

"Are you sure a beautiful woman like you isn't in need of help painting? We partner with a few contractors."

She was amused with his blatant flirting. "I think I can handle it," she shot back. I'm an artist, painting isn't new to me.

Tim blushed, but his ears also perked up. "An artist…really?"

"Yes, professionally…well I was. Now I teach high school art," she said, looking through different color swatches.

"Wow, that's really something. I actually do a bit of sketching myself."

"Is that so?" she asked, continuing to inspect the paint.

"Yes, I would love to make a career of it, maybe do some professional illustrations…but for now, I'm teaching kids down at my church. We have a youth group. Kids who can't afford to take lessons attend for free. We could really use more volunteers to share their talents," he smiled.

Michonne finally stopped what she was doing and looked at him. "That sounds really nice. I'm new in town, but I am looking for something to do with my free time. I wouldn't mind volunteering for a good cause," she replied, returning his smile.

"Oh yeah? That's great. My name's Tim by the way." He extended his hand and Michonne accepted it.

"Michonne. It's nice to meet you, Tim. Do you have a card or something so I can set up a time to visit the church?"

He pulled out his wallet, taking out a small white card and scribbled his name and number on the back.

"That's the church location with the Pastor's name and number…and mine on the back," he said enthusiastically.

Michonne took the card, examining it. "Christ the Redeemer, Missionary Baptist Church," she read. "Now, Tim…I have to let you know that I haven't been to church in awhile."

"It's okay," he laughed. They don't expect you to attend the services unless you want to."

She smiled, flattered by the young man's charm, and excited about the possibility of helping young people who would otherwise be unable to take art classes.

"Okay, you have yourself a new volunteer. I'll be in touch."


Rick sat on his porch, watching a couple of kids play hopscotch across the street. Kaley loved to play the game. She'd been on his mind all day. The anniversary of her death was in three days and this was always the hardest time of the year for him. He would completely shut himself off from the world. The visions of Kaley would become more frequent…his grief became more profound.

He had woken up from another nightmare that morning. It was the day of the accident. He was dropping Kaley off at school and she turned to him crying, begging him not to let her die. He woke up with tears streaming down his face, clutching his pillow as if he were holding his little girl. He was drowning in his pain and he desperately wanted to claw his way out of it, but every time he tried…he would see Melanie's ghost…pleading with him to "finish it".

Rick pushed his thoughts aside when he saw Michonne pulling up in her driveway. He waved and she returned the gesture. Despite his grief and anger, Michonne was managing to penetrate his hard exterior, just a little bit.

"Hey Rick, busy day?" she asked, getting out of her SUV.

"Not too bad. You need any help with those groceries? Looks like you got enough to feed an army?"

"Yes…actually I could use some help. Thanks for offering," she beamed.

The two of them worked in tandem, unloading the groceries and carrying them into her kitchen. Rick watched her, admiring the way her long white skirt, swayed as she walked. Her cropped tank top exposed her midriff and he got confirmation of her navel piercing. He felt like a pervert ogling her, but she was just so damn sexy, and he hadn't been with a woman in so long.

Her long locs were up in a messy bun and he noticed several tiny star tattoos on the back of her neck, along with a butterfly tattoo peeking from under her skirt at the small of her back. He licked his lips, momentarily distracted from his task.

When they were done bringing in the groceries, he finally spoke. "Um, Michonne…I wanted to apologize for the other night…in your kitchen…I wasn't spying on you, I swear," he said holding his hands up as if surrendering.

Michonne smiled. "Don't worry about it. It didn't creep me out if that's what you're thinking."

He blushed, holding her gaze.

She laughed quietly, beginning to put away the groceries.

"What's funny?" he asked.

"Nothing, it's just…your apology. A few weeks ago, I could barely get a 'hello' out of you." She winked at him.

"Yeah…" he said, dragging the word out and running his hand through his chocolate tresses. "Sorry about that. I'm a bit out of practice when it comes to socializing."

She exhaled, "I know the feeling."

She remained quiet for a moment and he recognized the sadness again. He wanted to dive deeper into the issue but decided against it.

"Well, if you're all set…I guess I'll get going," he nodded.

Michonne suddenly had an idea. She blurted it out before she could talk herself out of it.

"Rick, wait…I was going to make pasta tonight…and I usually make too much."

He looked at her anxiously awaiting what she was going to say next.

"I was just wondering if you'd like to join me for dinner? No pressure…I'll just be eating leftovers tomorrow if you don't."

Rick considered her offer for a beat, before answering her. "Uh…yeah…sure."

She smiled that breathtaking smile again and he almost changed his mind. The idea of being in her presence for too long frightened him.

"Okay, I'll see you in an hour?"

"I'll be here," he nodded.


Rick went back inside his house, sat on the couch, and opened his laptop. He pulled up Tim's Facebook page. The young man hadn't posted anything in a while. He switched to his Instagram account and saw a picture of Tim in front of a church. He was posing with an older man and woman, the same couple Rick had seen at the hardware store. He scoffed, shaking his head. "Going to church won't bring you absolution," he mumbled to the young man's photo.

His phone rang and he sighed, answering it. "Hey Shane."

"Rick, it's about time you answered my calls," Shane snapped.

"I've been busy," Rick shot back. He wasn't in the mood for his brother's lecture.

"Busy doing what? Where the hell are you, man? You just up and leave and don't tell me or dad where you're going. You quit your job. That ain't cool, Rick."

"Shane, it ain't your concern. I'm doing what I need to do."

"What the hell does that even mean? Just tell us where you are, please… that's all I'm askin'," Shane begged. "I know you been through hell, man but…"

"You don't know shit about what I been through," Rick interrupted him. "Spare me your fucking pity. I don't need it and I don't need a damn lecture," Rick growled.

Shane sighed heavily. "Look, all I'm saying is that maybe you should talk to someone…about what you're going through. I know Taylor getting released stirred something up inside of you. We want to be here for you, Rick."

"I gotta go," Rick said disconnecting the call.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and laid his head against the back of the couch.

'Don't let him talk you out of what you need to do, Rick.' Melanie's voice startled him.

"He won't," he said, raising his head to look at her. "I know what I need to do."

He blinked and she was gone just as quick as she had come.


Michonne stood in her kitchen preparing dinner. She leaned against the stove as she simmered the sauce, wondering if it was a good idea to invite Rick over. Her mother was right, she didn't know him, but she continued to be drawn to him.

'It's okay, mommy. I don't want you to be alone anymore.'

It was as if he had read her mind. She looked up at Kyle. He was sitting on the counter, his brown eyes clouded with worry.

"Mommy's okay baby. I'm gonna be okay," she smiled.

She turned back to the stove to finish the meal. She knew she had to continue working at connecting with people. Why not start with Rick? She was doing it for herself and for Kyle. He wouldn't want her to be sad and lonely.


An hour later and Rick was knocking on Michonne's door. She opened it, taken back by how handsome he looked. It was obvious he had just showered because his damp curls were brushed back from his face. He wore a fresh navy-blue t-shirt and jeans. She inhaled the smell of sandalwood as he stepped inside.

"Come on in," she smiled. "You can have a seat at the table. Everything is ready," she said heading to the cupboard to grab plates.

"You need any help?" he asked.

"No," she beamed back at him. "But help yourself to some wine, unless you want something stronger."

"Yeah, I'll take something stronger. You have any whiskey?"

"You're in luck. Check the liquor cabinet," she said gesturing her head towards the cabinet.

Rick poured himself a glass and sat at the table, watching her as she plated the food and brought it over.

They ate quietly, neither of them sure how to start the conversation.

"This is really good," he said, taking a hardy bite of his food. "What's in it?"

"Thank you. It's chicken rigatoni. I hope it isn't too spicy."

"Nah, I like a little spice," he grinned.

Michonne suddenly felt flush staring into his sapphire orbs.

"Good, I'm glad you like it," she smiled back. "I'll be right back." She went into the living room. "What kind of music do you like?" she called back to him.

"Uh…I don't know…blues, country…a little old school Motown."

"Oh yeah, I wouldn't have pegged you for a Motown guy," she laughed.

"Who doesn't like Motown?" he asked, incredulously.

She pondered his question. "I guess you're right."

"Hey…what was that you were listening to that night, the French music?"

"That was Les Nubians," she called back, searching through her playlist. "Did you like it?"

"Yeah, it was nice…even though I couldn't understand a word of it."

"Well, I'll play them for you. They're sisters who were born in Chad but moved to France when they were very young. Their music inspires me, especially when I'm in my creative mood."

She put on the album and reclaimed her seat at the table. Rick took a sip of his whiskey, his curiosity getting the better of him, the liquor lowering his inhibitions.

"What is it that you do, Michonne?" he asked, looking her in the eyes.

She tasted her wine. "I'm an artist, painting mostly…I own a gallery in Atlanta, but since I moved here, I've been teaching art at the high school."

Rick nodded, wanting to press a little more. "That sounds interesting. If you don't mind me asking, why did you move here? It's much different than Atlanta."

She smirked, taking another drink. "That's kind of the point. I needed a change."

He looked into her melancholy eyes. It was something he was all too familiar with.

"Why is that?" he asked. His southern drawl more pronounced from the alcohol.

Michonne fidgeted, looking down at her hands and he could sense she was uncomfortable with the question.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry," he stated.

"It's okay," she said, looking back up at him. "I'm going through a divorce. I didn't want to be near him anymore."

"Oh…I'm sorry," he said, slightly embarrassed.

"It is what it is," she replied, nonchalantly.

They sat in silence for a moment listening to the music and slowly sipping their drinks.

"What about you?" she finally inquired. "What brings you here?"

"Like you said, I needed a change." He finished off his drink and went to fix another.

Michonne admired his bowlegged gait. This man was incredibly sexy, and he didn't seem to know it. She liked that about him.

Instead of sitting back down, he leaned against the counter.

"Where are you from, Rick?"

"A little town called King County. It's not too far from Atlanta, actually."

"Hmm…and was there a girlfriend…a wife?" Michonne prodded, hoping she wasn't going too far in her line of questioning.

Rick finished off his drink in one gulp. "I was married…she died a few years ago."

Michonne immediately felt a pang of regret in her chest. "Shit…Rick, I'm sorry," she looked at him sympathetically.

"Don't worry about it," he waved off her apology.

They got quiet again. Michonne finished her wine and started to collect the dishes and take them to the sink.

"Here, let me help you with those," Rick offered.

They placed all the dishes into the sink. Michonne turned to him, "I wash…you dry?" she proposed.

"Yeah, it's the least I could do," he snickered.

They settled into washing and drying the dishes, while Michonne sang in French along with the music.

"Where did you learn French?" Rick questioned.

"I took it in high school and college, but I really had to put it to use when I lived in Paris for a couple of months," she smiled, looking over at him.

He was more and more fascinated by her. "Really? You lived in France?"

"I've lived in a lot of places. My mom calls me a freebird," she laughed.

"Like the Lynyrd Skynyrd song?" he queried.

"Yeah, something like that," she chuckled.

They finished the dishes and stood at the counter…both pleased with how much they enjoyed each other's company.

"Well, thanks for dinner. It was delicious…certainly a step up from frozen food," he grinned.

"Aww, Rick. Those things aren't any good for you. You're welcome any time," she said, casting her eyes on him.

The room felt hot as they stood a few inches apart, his intense stare mirroring hers.

Feeling emboldened, Michonne stepped closer and placed her hand on his lightly bearded cheek. When he didn't protest, she moved closer still.

Rick placed his hand at the small of her back, inhaling her sweet perfume. Before he realized it, his lips were on hers. The kiss started off chaste, then became more fervent, as he drew her closer.

She wrapped her hands around his neck and softly moaned into his mouth. His lips were soft, and she could taste the whiskey on his tongue as he deepened the kiss.

He picked her up and placed her on top of the counter, pushing her skirt up in the process. Their lips remained connected as he drew soft sighs and gasps from her. He ran his hands up her silky thighs, and she spread her legs further to accommodate him.

His hot tongue trailed down her neck and she felt like she was on fire. She could feel his fingertips dancing across her skin and it gave her goosebumps. His erection was nudging against her inner thigh and she felt the tell-tale sign of arousal in her panties. "Mmm," she moaned as he gently kissed her neck.

He cupped her breast through her shirt, before pulling down one of the straps and lightly biting her shoulder.

When she felt his hand reaching underneath her panties, she squirmed.

He slid one finger inside, then another. "Fuck," he moaned, pleasantly surprised by how wet he'd made her.

She held onto his shoulders as he slowly moved his fingers in and out of her slippery folds.

"Ooh, Rick," she panted. She closed her eyes as he sank deeper and quickened his pace. His tongue was on her throat, gently sucking and kissing.

He could feel her tightening around him, and he curved his fingers, bringing his lips back to hers.

She gripped his biceps, shamelessly grinding her hips to match the thrusts of his fingers. "Oh…god," she moaned. She was close but wanted to feel more of him. She fumbled with his belt and pants, finally getting both unbuckled.

He hissed when she put her hand down his boxers and gripped his hard cock. "Shit," he moaned.

Suddenly they were halted by the sound of Michonne's phone ringing on the counter next to them. The ringing brought them out of their lustful trance.

"Wait…wait," she said, gently pushing against his chest.

It was as if someone had doused the fire…both realizing how far they had gone…and how far they were about to take it.

"I'm sorry," Rick said, fixing his clothes.

Michonne couldn't look him in the eyes. "Don't apologize. We both got carried away."

"I'm gonna go," he said, lifting her chin so she was looking at him.

She smiled weakly. "Yeah, okay. I'll see you later."

"Yeah…goodnight, Michonne."

With that he left. She stood there, reprimanding herself for not thinking straight around him.


Despite his current situation, Rick considered himself to be a decent man. He was a hard worker, a good friend, he loved his family, treated people with respect. He certainly didn't think of himself as someone who would violate a woman's boundaries.

Yet, as he watched Michonne through her curtain, he felt more and more like a voyeur. Her bedroom light was on and her thin curtains did little to hide her seductive silhouette as she completed her nightly routine of slathering on body cream and slipping into her nightgown.

He scolded himself for watching her again, especially after what had transpired earlier in the night. Against his better judgment, he had let things get out of control. He wasn't that guy. He was smarter than that. Still, he couldn't look away.

He dated a couple of women after Melanie's death, but nothing serious. He was out of practice when it came to dealing with women, especially a woman like Michonne. She was beautiful and complex. He wanted her but was afraid to cross the line any further.

Moreover, he didn't want to get into something with her when he knew he had no plans of sticking around Tannon Falls. Best case scenario, he would live out his days as a fugitive on some remote island, worst case he would be in prison. He made his peace with either fate, but Michonne was throwing a wrench into his plan.

He watched as she moved toward the window and turned off the light. He laid down on his bed, wishing he hadn't accepted that dinner invitation. Now that he'd tasted her lips, felt her warmth on his fingers, he didn't know if he'd be able to stay away from her.


A couple of weeks had passed since Rick and Michonne's dinner. He'd done his best to avoid running into her outside their homes and his nightly habit of watching her had ceased. He hoped that she wasn't upset with him, but he was doing it to protect himself and her.

He walked into the lunchroom at the auto shop to find Glenn sitting there eating a pastrami sandwich and looking through his phone.

"What's up Rick. You're done with Mrs. Butler's jeep, already?"

"Yeah, replaced the brakes and rotors. It's all set," Rick replied, washing his hands then grabbing his own sandwich and a coke out of the fridge.

"Cool, man. Have a seat," Glenn gestured to the seat across from him.

Rick complied and started eating in silence.

"You don't talk much do you?" Glenn grinned. "We gotta lighten you up, man."

"Nah, I enjoy the quiet," Rick joked.

"Listen, it's Friday night. Why don't you come out tonight? We're going to a local pub in town. It'll be fun," Glenn pleaded.

"I'm good. I'm gonna go home and take care of some stuff around the house."

"Rick, my friend. The house will still be there after the pub. Come on, just have a couple of drinks."

Rick sighed, giving in… "Okay, just a couple."


Maggie entered Michonne's classroom to find her talking to one of her students.

"Hello, Ms. Jameson," she greeted cheerfully.

Michonne looked up from the sketch she was studying. "Ms. Greene, nice to see you," she grinned. "This is wonderful work, Mariah," she said to the young woman standing at her desk. "Just add a little more shading here to really bring out the image."

"Thanks, Ms. Jameson," the young woman offered before taking her work and leaving.

Maggie sat on the edge of Michonne's desk. "So, I was thinking about grabbing a drink tonight. I'd love for you to come with."

Michonne rolled her eyes. Maggie, I don't really feel like going out.

Maggie huffed. "Michonne, we've been over this. You can't be a hermit and stay inside your house all day. It's Friday night, you need to unwind."

Michonne looked at her reflectively. "I'm comfortable staying at home."

Maggie grabbed Michonne's hand and squeezed. "Michonne, I know things have been difficult for you, but you need to live a little."

Michonne felt a familiar tightness in the pit of her stomach. The same feeling, she always felt when she thought about the events of the past year and the pitiful stares she received from well-meaning friends and family. She hated their pity, it made her feel broken.

"Maggie, you don't know what it's been like for me. I don't need your pity," she said, pulling her hand out of Maggie's grip.

"Michonne, I don't pity you. I envy you! You're putting your life back together. You're strong. I like that about you. I'm not asking you to go on a bar crawl or crash a party…just have a couple of drinks. What do you say?" she asked, batting her large green eyes.

Michonne relented, "Okay…a couple of drinks, that's it."


Rick pulled into the parking lot of the bar and shut off the engine. He looked at himself in the rearview mirror and sighed. He was contemplating turning his truck around and heading home. However, he didn't get the chance because Glenn and Daryl were standing outside his door, tapping on the window.

Rick exited his vehicle…reluctantly following them inside the smoky establishment. The pub reminded him of any random dive bar he would find in King County. The leather bar stools and booths were a bit worn, a few of the tables had mismatched chairs, country music played in the background. A few rowdy locals shot pool in the corner, while others dined on typical pub fare and tossed back drinks.

The three of them grabbed a table by the old school jukebox with neon lights. The waitress, a thin perky blonde, came and took their order. They decided on a pitcher of beer and three shots of whiskey. Once they received their drinks, Rick sat back and observed the crowd. It felt weird being out amongst people again. He used to enjoy going out for the occasional drink with his brother Shane, and a few guys from the department. Now, he felt out of sorts.

Glenn's voice brought him out of his thoughts. "Rick, how you are you liking the town so far?" It's sounds like King County is pretty similar."

"Yeah, it's not far off," Rick answered, taking a swig of his beer.

"What made you move here, man?" Daryl asked, still trying to figure Rick out. "You said you used to be a cop…now you're not. What happened?"

"Daryl, come on…" Glenn interjected.

"Nah, it's alright," Rick reassured Glenn. He looked at Daryl pointedly. "I didn't get fired if that's what you're askin'. I needed a change of scenery."

Daryl smirked, "A chick drove you away?"

"Nothin like that…I just needed a change is all." Rick downed his shot of whiskey and called the waitress over to request another.

"Well, good for you man," Glenn proffered. "It takes guts to walk away from something and start over. Still, you could probably get on the force here if you miss law enforcement."

"I don't," Rick shot back. "Not right now."

Glenn internally questioned whether there was something more to Rick's story. Rick was obviously uncomfortable sharing details about himself, but it seemed more like a defense mechanism than something more ominous. Either way, he liked Rick. He seemed like the kind of guy you would want in your corner.

Glenn diverted his attention to the two women who had just walked in. The pretty brunette and her gorgeous umber-skinned companion made their way to the table next to them.

Rick followed Glenn's gaze and felt a lump in his throat when he saw Michonne.

She smiled at him shyly before having a seat across from Maggie.

"Hey," he mouthed over the music.

She waved at him sweetly and he was happy she didn't appear to be upset with him.

Glenn glanced over to Rick, "Hey, you know them?"

"One of them is my neighbor, Michonne."

"Call them over," Glenn requested.

"Nah, it looks like they're having a girl's night or something."

"Rick, do me a solid. Invite them over…please," Glenn insisted.

Daryl laughed at Glenn's eagerness. "Could you be any more obvious, man?"

Glenn shook his head, turning scarlet. Rick waved Michonne and Maggie over.

Michonne hesitated for a second but gestured for Maggie to join her at Rick's table.

Rick pulled the chair out beside him for Michonne, while Glenn did the same for Maggie. Meanwhile, Daryl was feeling like a fifth wheel. "I'm gonna go throw some darts," he grunted.

Michonne looked over to Rick, taking in his handsome appearance. His crystal blue eyes stood out against his black t-shirt. His curly hair and beard were a little longer since the night they had dinner.

"Rick, I'm surprised to see you here. I didn't think you got out much," she said.

He shook his head at her. "I could say the same about you."

"Well, Maggie insisted," she said pointing to her friend.

Maggie extended her hand, "Rick, is it? Hi, I'm Maggie. I teach at Tannon High with Michonne."

He nodded. "Nice to meet you, Maggie. This here is Glenn…my boss."

Glenn cleared his throat. "That sounds so formal," he joked. "Hey there, I'm Glenn. I own the auto shop on fourth street. Rick's working with me," he said speaking to Maggie and Michonne, but only looking at Maggie.

"Hi Glenn," Maggie and Michonne replied in unison.

"Can we get you ladies a drink?" Glenn offered.

Michonne and Rick continued to stare at one another, barely hearing Glenn's question.

Maggie noticed the tension and spoke up. "Yeah, that's sweet of you. In fact, let's head up to the bar and see if we can get faster service. Michonne what would you like?"

Michonne finally looked up, "I'll have whatever you're having."

Glenn and Maggie strolled over to the bar, leaving the neighbors alone.

"Listen…about the other night…" they spoke over one another.

"You go first," Michonne stated.

Rick turned towards her, admiring how pretty she looked in simple jeans and a red V-neck sweater, her locs in a messy bun. "I was just going to apologize about the other night. I shouldn't have let it go that far…and I'm sorry for leaving like that."

"I told you not to worry about it, Rick. It wasn't your fault. I started it," she joked.

"I just want you to know I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable and for avoiding you the past couple of weeks. I…I think you're beautiful, Michonne...but…"

"You don't have to explain, Rick. I get it…we don't know each other. It was good we stopped it when we did."

He released the breath he was holding, grateful that she understood.

"Rick, I'm not looking to jump into anything. My divorce has really taken a toll on me…he hurt me in so many ways…but I'm not looking for you to be a rebound guy."

"I appreciate that," he smiled. "For the record, he's a damn fool."

She blushed, suddenly feeling hot under his stare. "I would like to get to know you, if that's okay?"

He knew he was supposed to be keeping his distance, but he couldn't argue with her proposal. He wanted to know her as well.

"Okay," he replied.


A couple hours and a few drinks later and everyone was feeling lighter. Glenn and Maggie hit it off, flirting throughout the night. Daryl remained his usual antisocial self and spent most of the night at the darts table, only stopping to talk with Merle and his crew when they came in.

Rick and Michonne engaged in harmless conversation, both careful not to go too deep into their pasts. Michonne told him more about her travels, working as an artist and her excitement about supporting the students at school and volunteering at the church. Rick talked about his days as a sheriff's deputy, about King County and how he learned so much about cars. Neither mentioned their deceased children, knowing it was neither the time nor place to discuss such a heavy subject.

Feeling tipsy, Maggie coaxed Michonne into dancing. "I love this song," she beamed, grabbing Michonne's hand and leading her to the dancefloor, singing loudly along the way…

Hangin' round downtown by myself
And I had so much time
To sit and think about myself
And then there she was
Like double cherry pie
Yeah there she was
Like disco superfly

They giggled and swayed to the song, putting on a show that caught the attention of more than a few guys in the bar.

Rick and Glenn remained at the table watching them. Rick couldn't take his eyes off the way Michonne's hips moved sexily to the sensual lyrics…

I smell sex and candy here
Who's that lounging in my chair
Who's that casting devious stares
In my direction

"My god, I think I'm in love," Glenn whispered. "Man look at them…"

Rick didn't register Glenn's comment. He was too entranced with Michonne. He could swear she was looking right at him as she mouthed the lyrics and rubbed her back against Maggie's…

Mama this surely is a dream
Yeah mama this surely is a dream
Yeah mama this surely is a dream

As he observed her, Rick thought back to that night in her kitchen…the way she looked, the way her lips tasted, the way she felt, her soft moans…he broke his gaze, and gulped down the last of his beer.

"I'll be right back," he told Glenn.

Rick went into the restroom to gather himself. Fuck, what are you doing? Leave her alone, he thought to himself.

He did his business and washed his hands. As he was about to head back to the table, he caught Merle in the dark hallway. He was handing a small baggie to a rough looking guy wearing a biker vest and dirty jeans. Merle glanced over noticing that Rick had witnessed the exchange. Rick looked him in the eye, then kept walking.

When he got back to the table, Maggie and Michonne had finished their dance and were now playing a game of pool. He sat down as Daryl rejoined him and Glenn.

"You alright man?" Glenn asked Rick.

"Yeah, I'm good," he answered, staring at Merle as he walked from the restrooms.

"What's up with you and Michonne?" Glenn pried.

Rick shook his head, running his hand through his curls. "Like I said, we're neighbors."

"Is that it? I saw the way you were watching her. You should go for it."

"Glenn, mind your business," Rick said sternly.

Glenn threw his hands up, "Okay…my bad. I'll drop it."

Rick was growing tired of the atmosphere. "I think I'm gonna head out."

"Alright, we'll catch you later," Glenn said. "Later man," Daryl added.

Rick walked toward Michonne to say goodbye and noticed that Merle was standing next to her. He registered the irritated look on her face and immediately felt angry.

"Come on now, don't be like that. I just wanna know what it'd be like to stick my dick in a Nubian princess like yourself," Rick heard Merle say before he watched him grab Michonne's ass.

Rick saw red. He instantly grabbed Merle's arm and twisted it behind his back. "Leave her alone or I'll break your fuckin' arm right where you stand," he growled.

"Get the fuck off of me," Merle spat, trying to break free of Rick's hold.

"Aye, Rick…let him go," Daryl yelled.

"Somebody needs to teach this piece of shit to keep his hands to himself," Rick snapped, tightening his grip.

Michonne, Maggie and Glenn all watched, stunned…along with the rest of the patrons in the bar.

"Ya' better get ya' fuckin' hands off me, or we gonna have a problem," Merle shouted, furious that Rick was making a fool of him in front of everyone.

"Rick," Michonne said, slightly above a whisper. He caught the terrified look in her eyes. He slowly released Merle.

Merle immediately got in Rick's face squaring off. Rick didn't back down.

"Watch your fuckin' mouth when speaking to a lady," Rick warned.

"I don't see any ladies 'round here…just a bunch of bitches and…"

Before Merle could complete his sentence, Rick's fist landed hard into his nose, causing him to fall back and grab his face. He could feel the warm blood trickling down his chin.

"Sonofabitch! I thank you broke my fuckin' nose!" Merle groaned in pain.

The bartender made his way through the commotion. "That's it…you two are outta here!"

Rick looked over to Michonne one last time. He couldn't read her face. Without another word, he walked out of the bar, got in his truck, and drove off. He regretted not staying home.


Not long after Rick left, Maggie and Michonne said goodnight to Glenn and Daryl and headed to the car.

"Oh my god, Michonne…your neighbor really lost it on that guy," Maggie quipped.

"Yeah," Michonne quietly responded. She replayed the incident in her mind. She knew Rick's background as a cop probably influenced his reaction to Merle, but it was a side of him that she hadn't witnessed before.

"He used to be a cop, so I'm sure he's had his fill of dealing with shitheads like that guy."

They got in the car and pulled out onto the street. Merle came out from the side of the building and hopped on his bike. He spat on the ground and took off behind them.


A little while later and Maggie stopped in front of Michonne's house. Michonne noticed Rick's truck in the driveway next door.

"Thanks for inviting me out Maggie, it was…interesting," Michonne smiled.

"No problem. I had fun until that jerk ruined it. We'll try again in a couple of weeks. Have a goodnight Michonne."

"I'll think about it. Goodnight and drive safe, Maggie."

Maggie watched until Michonne made it into her house and shut the door, then drove off.

Michonne watched her drive away then walked over to Rick's house and rang the bell.

A minute later and he swung open the door, surprised to see her standing there.

She swallowed hard taking in his toned, shirtless chest. "Hi, can we talk?"

He nodded and stepped aside, allowing her to come in. He shut the door behind her then placed his hands on his hips. "What's up?"

She folded her arms and exhaled. "Rick, what was that at the bar?"

He looked confused. "What do you mean, what was that? I was putting that asshole in his place," he said, harsher than he intended.

"Rick, I didn't ask you to do that," she replied shaking her head.

He shifted his stance, getting agitated. "So, you'd rather I let him grope your ass and joke about fucking you?"

She felt breathless. His harshness was turning her on in the worst way. "No…I'm sorry. I don't mean to sound ungrateful…it's just, I would hate to cause any trouble for you."

"Trust me, I can handle myself, Michonne. I don't like assholes who disrespect women. That shit will never slide on my watch," he said, moving closer to her.

His proximity to her caused her to become flushed. She looked at him intensely, inadvertently licking her lips. His gaze fell to them…full and sensuous.

He closed the gap between them, effectively trapping her against the door. "Rick…" she whispered, staring into his piercing blue eyes.

Rick cupped her face and brought his mouth to hers. He placed a couple of soft kisses to her heart-shaped lips, before sucking the bottom one into his warm mouth.

She moaned and opened to accept his tongue. He slid his hands down to her waist and drew her closer to him, her breasts pressing firmly against his hard chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and snaked her fingers into his silky curls.

His kiss was full of passion and desire. It felt amazing, even better than the first time. She could feel his fingers moving under her sweater and gently rubbing the smooth skin on the small of her back.

Rick offered her a few more tender kisses before coming up for air. He looked at her with longing in his eyes.

She smiled, "What happened to getting to know one another?" she asked shyly.

"We can still do that, but I needed to kiss you one more time," he smiled, rubbing his thumb against her cheek.

"Goodnight, Michonne. Rest well."

"Goodnight, Rick. Sweet dreams," she grinned.


Lyrics: Sex and Candy by Marcy Playground