All Nightmare Long

Chapter 585

Author's Note: My computer has not been liking me. I'm hoping that today is a good day and that I didn't just jinx myself. So far so good. Random turning off at times in the middle of a chapter and losing it, is not fun. There are two OC's being introduced in this chapter, I'm not sure how prominent they will be. But I've wanted to use Jensen Ackles as a Savior for a while. Please review.

OC's:

Jensen Ackles as Cooper

Maggie Q as Edan

Sanctuary:

Cooper arched an eyebrow as he saw Sylvie slam down the trunk of a car. "What's got your panties in a bunch?" he asked as he walked over.

Sylvie glared at him. "None of your concern, Cooper."

"Let's see if I can guess," Cooper said as he leaned on the wall.

"Let's not," Sylvie told him.

Edan laughed. "Oh come on Sylvie, you know Cooper isn't going to give up. She's pissed cause Simon took Sampson out for the hunt for Daryl."

Sylvie sent the other woman a dirty look. "That's not it, at all."

"You mean you'd rather be out there with Simon then being in here with us?" Cooper joked.

"She's a newlywed, Coop. She'd rather be stuck in her room with him," Edan explained. "Something you wouldn't understand," she said with a roll of her eyes.

"Hey, I get plenty, thank you very much. No reason to be tied down, not with them throwing them selves at me," Cooper explained.

"Yet the two of us have never thrown ourselves at you," Sylvie pointed out. "How do you explain that?"

"We have taste?" Edan answered with a laugh.

"Well you better be sure that they are throwing themselves at you, and you're not taking anything unwanted. You know how Negan feels about that," Sylvie warned.

"Yeah, I know how he feels about it. Don't worry, it's all wanted. So did you hear, Sherry's up and gone," Cooper asked the two women.

Sylvie kept her face neutral. "Yeah, I heard something about that."

"Dwight is going out to look for her, not sure if I was Negan, I'd trust him out there alone looking for her," Cooper pointed out.

"It's not your decision," Sylvie said.

"So you want to go box, get some of this stress out?" Edan asked her.

"I'm fine," Sylvie answered.

"Yeah, that's why you are about ready to tear that cars trunk off," Cooper said with a huff.

Sylvie didn't get a chance to say anything before she heard Negan calling her. "Sorry, I'm being called for, can't keep the boss waiting," she said as she walked out. She took a breath as she saw a man coming out.

"Man of the hour," Negan said as he walked out. "Come on over here big fellow. Sylvie, come meet our new bullet maker."

"Where'd he come from?" Sylvie asked as she looked at the scared man.

"Alexandria," Negan answered as he looked at Eugene, who was being guarded by Laura. He looked at him. "Don't be rude asshole, say hello."

"Hello," Eugene said as his voice cracked.

"You got a name, asshole?" Negan questioned.

"Eugene," the man answered.

Negan walked toward Sylvie. "Now who are you?" he asked the group.

"I'm Negan," everyone answered, even Sylvie who knew when to play the game.

"Well, Eugene, I know you remember Lucille," Negan said as he pointed to the barbed wire. "Now you see this right here, you might have to get real close. That my friend is the bullet you made. Now under normal circumstances, I'd be showing you that real close over and over again. But you see Eugene, the only thing I really want to know if you really are a smarty pants. You know things? Answer the question," Negan said as Laura and Sylvie exchanged looks.

"I…I am indeed a smartie pants," Eugene answered. "I taught myself to cast bullets. I've found..found a machine shop with the necessary…I read a lot. And, although my memory…memory is not considered identic, I don't skim and I don't scrip and if knowledge does indeed drop, I do pick it up," he explained.

Negan laughed. "Oh you really are just some asshole," he said as the others laughed. Sylvie kept her face neutral.

"No, I'm…not," Eugene said loudly.

Sylvie looked at Edan. "The cowardly lion found his voice," she whispered.

"I have PHD's in Biochemistry, as well as immunology, and microbiology. And I completed my doctorate, which makes me a doctor. Prior to the collapse, I was part of a ten person team at the human geno project working under Dr. T Brooks Ellis, to weaponize diseases to fight weaponized diseases. Fire with…uh…you know, f..fire. Well, see, interdepartmental drinks….were.." he continued as a walker growled and the bottom half fell off.

"Uh huh," Negan said as he scratched his head. "Alright Dr. Smarty Pants. You ought to be able to crack this without breaking a sweat. You see, I have a lot of free labor here at the fence, living dead pricks that help keep the riffraff out. Problem is, they don't keep, they fall apart, like that poor sack of pile of shit there. So, Dr. Smarty pants, how do we keep them on their feet?"

Eugene closed his eyes and took a breath. "You, um smelt on the regs, correct? I saw that among the legacy equipment on the floor that you possess an operational smelter," he pointed out.

"And?" Negan said as he motioned for him to proceed.

"You already possess the means to resolve your issue. Step one, melt down scrap metal. Step two, pour it over the compromised walker as they are in contact with the chain link. The liquid metal will harden…both maintaining bodily integrity for the walker as well as affixing them to the fence. Bonus points for covering their heads and protecting them from head trauma from hostiles and calamities," Eugene explained.

Negan looked impressed. "God damn! If that ain't the coolest thing I've ever heard. Not only is that practical, it is just bad ass! Whoa, look at you, Dr. Smarty Pants," he said as he put his arm around Eugene. "Did Rick have you do this kind of valuable stuff for him?" he asked as the other man didn't answer. "Oh, his loss, our gain," he said. "Hey Sylvie, remind me weren't you learning some of this crap in college before the world went to hell?"

Sylvie looked at him. "Engineering, building bridges, buildings, nothing anywhere near what Eugene here is talking about."

"Right, my mistake. I feel like I need to give you some kind of signing bonus here," Negan said to Eugene.

"Well, well I was um gifted these pickles," Eugene said.

Negan laughed. "Ahh, no. As a token of my gratitude, I'm gonna send you over a few of my wives to your apartment tonight, show you a good time. Now, I don't think I have to worry about this, but who knows how truly smart you are? No sex. That is a grave no no, however you can have a little dinner some drinks share a few laughts. There is nothing like a beautiful woman that smell good to make you feel human again," Negan said.

"I wouldn't know anything about that," Eugene said. "D…d…did you say wives meaning plural?"

"Hell yes I did," Negan answered. "What does Dr. Smarty-pants say to his new bestest friend in the whole wide world?" he asked then whistled. "What does he say?"

"Thank you, fully, completely….sincerely, seriously….thank you," Eugene said.

"Ok, why don't you go have some fun?" Negan asked as he glanced over to Laura who walked away with Eugene.