RED RIVER CREEK PRISON-
Evil Michonne, Morgan, Andrea, Phillip Blake a.k.a. The Governor and Miguel Prado, the serial killer that the Dexter from Alexandria, had once rid the world of, found 'their' Dexter's body with two bullet holes in him. One of them was in his head.
Evil Michonne gritted her teeth but said nothing as she dragged her eyes off of Dexter's body and looked around at all of the buildings. Miguel clenched his jaw.
"Rita is not here. She was taken." he said sounding pissed. Phillip Blake rolled his eyes! Miguel was hot for Rita and now that Dexter was gone, he was hoping to secure a place in Rita's bed. As far as he could see, Rita had never looked Miguel's way even once. Andrea walked over to Michonne. Andrea was five months pregnant…
"Do you think that Rick took her?" Andrea asked her.
Evil Michonne liked Andrea, for whatever reason. She was always chipper and pleasant and…well…she accepted Michonne for what she was. And she was always telling her to be kinder to Shane, which Michonne tried to be. That being, kind to her own husband.
But Shane refused to step up and take Dexter out. Shane should be the leader of Waldorf Spruce. Not Dexter and definitely not Rita. Phillip walked over to them, taking Andrea by the arm.
"I've said this before, we're wasting our time. Why do we need Rick back at all?" he asked.
It was Morgan that answered.
"Because Andrea loves him and she's going to have his baby." Morgan said bluntly. Andrea said nothing and began walking around. Phillip followed after her, hoping Rick was on the grounds someplace so he could catch him alone and put a bullet in him. Andrea had made a mistake getting pregnant by Rick Grimes. The man did not love her. Not like Phillip did.
Miguel moved so he stood in front of Morgan and Evil Michonne.
"You should have killed whoever it was that killed Dexter, instead of flying away like a bitch. You could have at least helped Rita." Miguel said coldly.
Morgan smirked!
"And if I had done that then you couldn't come flying in like the hero. Nothing is keeping you here, Miguel. Go. Go find Rita out among those undead things. I'm sure she'll be happy to see you. Michonne, I'm going to check the buildings."
Evil Michonne nodded and watched Morgan walk off before addressing Miguel.
"You need to stop."
"Stop what? Maybe you need to stop your bitch like lover."
"He is not bitch like. He made the right call. Now we're here to take care of what Dexter and Rita couldn't. And Rita is probably dead." Evil Michonne said with glee, before she started to walk off.
But Miguel roughly grabbed her arm!
"I love how you forget that we've killed together! Those two in the woods here, I helped you with that! And then we celebrated by FUCKING on a tree log!"
Evil Michonne coolly pulled out of his grip.
"And your point is what, Miguel? I'm sorry but most people would be quite happy not to be implicated in two murders. And the only reason you were there, is because your nosy ass came through that portal to try to catch me doing something, so you could tell Dexter or Rita. Maybe even Shane. Now pull yourself together and continue panting over Rita and not me."
And with those words, Evil Michonne walked away from Miguel and caught up with Morgan, who was in an office of sorts, rummaging through a desk. He didn't look up as he addressed her.
"What was that all about with Miguel out there?"
"What it's always about. He wants to kill you for not helping Rita. He actually wanted me to do it." Evil Michonne lied. "Now what the hell do you expect to find in those drawers?"
"Something about the people that are helping Rick so we can find his exact location." Morgan said, slamming the drawer and standing up. He walked over to her.
"I don't believe you. I've seen Miguel eyeing you…"
"And that's all he's going to be able to do," Evil Michonne lied. "Let's go look around in some of the other buildings. There's nothing here."
Morgan's response to that was to yank her to him and her pulse beat wildly at his nearness. Because what attracted Evil Michonne to Crazy Morgan, was his potential to unleash crazy at any moment, at any time. They shed their clothing quickly and proceeded to fall onto a couch, when their environment began shaking violently!
It was an earthquake. And they were happening more frequently in Walforf Spruce than most people were comfortable with. One of Phillip's friends, a scientist, believed that the traveling between worlds was what was causing the tremors. And they would only get worse unless there was some balance. Morgan let go of Michonne and hid under the desk, while Evil Michonne, stood in the doorway, facing the hallway, gripping the inner frames of the door. Godammnit! They had to find Rick and drag his ass back to their world! They couldn't keep going through…
Miguel was standing in the hallway facing her, unafraid of the tremors and watching her full breasts jog violently up and down with unvarnished lust. Evil Michonne did not break off eye contact with him, until the tremors stopped. She then slammed the door to the office and watched as Morgan came out of hiding.
"Are you alright?" Morgan asked hoarsely.
"Do you care? So there was no room underneath the desk for me?"
Morgan made his way over to her and quickly covered her mouth with his! He began talking between hard kisses.
"I know you've fucked Miguel!" he hissed. "I know you won't leave your husband so I'm going to have to kill him…"
Evil Michonne began laughing and pushed him away!
"You've been saying that for how long, Morgan?! How long?! If you're going to kill Shane, then kill him! Don't tell me about it just KILL. HIM!" she snapped. She then shoved him away, put on her clothing and walked out of the office. She passed by a room without realizing that Miguel had been in it. There was a divide in the alliance that had once been Dexter, Rita, Michonne, Morgan and Shane. And if he could convince Phillip and Andrea to join him, then Miguel could be the leader of Waldorf Spruce—with either Rita or Michonne at his side. He would give Rita a chance to think about sharing his bed. She could either do it or die.
ALEXANDRIA-
Michonne would have loved to have slept in, after her night with Negan. But there was too many things to do and a few too many people that now needed to be watched. But she didn't let any of her concern show at the breakfast table, with Negan, Judith and RJ. Negan had made some pancakes that looked like Mickey Mouse. Neither Judith nor RJ knew who that was exactly, which Michonne found kind of sad. It just showed how much the world had went to shit, when Mickey Mouse was foreign to a child. But they liked the odd shaped food and began to dig in.
"You look like you slept well, Uncle Negan." RJ suddenly announced between bites.
"I did indeed, Mr. RJ. I slept well because we all slept under one roof, as a family." Negan said, eating a bite of some eggs before they slowly slid out of his mouth! Judith grinned. Michonne didn't.
"What's wrong?"
"These taste like shit! I thought Maggie was busy farming and getting our few chickens to be productive? Their eggs taste like…"
"Okay," Michonne said, holding up a hand, "there is no need to say it again. Maybe it's not the chickens. Maybe you didn't cook them well or something."
"Seriously, Chonnie? How many times have I cooked around here? When have you ever known me to fuck up eggs?" Negan groused, just as a knock on the door interrupted his morning tirade. RJ excused himself from the table and hurried out of the kitchen and towards the front door. He threw it open and then backed back.
It was Rick. But to RJ he was 'the guy with the eyepatch that was his father'.
Rick smiled down at him. He was carrying a tray full of scrambled eggs.
"Hi. You're RJ, right?"
RJ's response was to begin screaming at the sight of the pirate! Negan, Michonne and Judith came running! Negan took the tray of eggs from Rick, handed them to Michonne and shoved Rick on to the porch! He closed the front door behind him.
"Rick, I'm going to just assume that you don't know how mornings work around here. The kids have school so there's no time for bullshit from absentee fathers. You understand, don't you?" Negan said, just as the ground began to shake! Rick manage to hang on to a porch railing to keep from pitching backwards down the stairs. Negan stood in place and looked around suspiciously. Once the tremors ended, he headed back inside to see if Michonne and the kids were okay.
RJ grinned!
"What was that?"
"It was an earthquake." Judith said. "We learned about them in school."
"Kids, you're staying home today." Michonne said, unsure that the school was ready for such an emergency with the children. RJ clapped his hands and ran upstairs, ready to play with some of his action figures. Judith did not move.
"Maybe if we just spend some time with him, he'll go away." Judith said quietly. Michonne stared down at her with surprise.
"Is that what you want to do? Spend time with your father?"
Judith shrugged.
"He needs to know that he's not Uncle Negan. And he needs to make up with him. They are brothers after all."
Michonne bit her lip. There would have been a time when she would have corrected that lie, but something would not let her do it.
"Okay," she said carefully, "but do you think RJ is ready to spend time with him?"
Judith shook her head.
"No. He's scared of him."
"Because of his eye patch?"
"No. I think it's because he's afraid he's here to take us from you and Uncle Negan."
Michonne felt her heart wrench. Rick was here to do just that. She closed the distance between Judith and herself and enveloped her in a hug.
"Why don't you and RJ see if you can spend time with Gracie or Harrison? Have them come over or something. We'll talk more about your idea, okay?"
Judith nodded and headed upstairs. Michonne then sighed and walked over to the door, opened it and stood behind Negan, who was facing off with Rick.
"Thank you for the eggs. Maybe you should see if Maggie and Darryl are okay?" Michonne prompted.
"Michonne, you can't keep my kids away from me forever." he replied. Negan eyed him.
"Listen, you stupid sonofabitch, we just had a quake. We didn't have any goddamned earthquakes before you came back here! So go be productive or some shit and leave this porch!"
Rick turned and walked down the stairs. He knew why the quake had happened and he knew the two worlds needed balance. That quake had happened because someone else had come into this world from the other one. Probably more than one person. He was running out of time.
Michonne stared after Rick briefly before looking at Negan.
"I'm going to go check on our prisoner in the jail. Judith told me she wants to spend time with Rick, just to get him to go away. Maybe I should let her."
"He can't stay here, Chonnie. Now we've got the earth threatening to cave in around us? Something is off." Negan groused.
"You really think Rick and that quake are related?" Michonne asked skeptically.
"I fucking do, yes. Look, Judith knows her own mind. If she wants to spend time with Rick, then let her. But we need to make sure he can't take off with her. Maybe the visit should be supervised." Negan advised. Michonne nodded, touched his arm and then went back inside, while Negan continued to stare after Rick, who was making his way back to Maggie and Darryl's.
Michonne entered the jail only to find Dexter had brought Rita breakfast and was sitting in a chair, on the other side of the bars, talking to her. Michonne made her presence known, loudly, interrupting the love fest. Dexter turned and saw her, then stood up.
"I was just making sure that our prisoner was alright."
"I'm sure." was all Michonne said to that. "Listen, Rita, Negan seems to think that that quake happened because of Rick and you being here. Is there any truth to that?"
Rita shrugged.
"Why don't you let me out of here, send me back and find out if you have any more quakes?"
Michonne looked at Dexter.
"Get some real answers out of her, okay? I have things to do."
"Maybe." was Rita said next. Dexter turned to look at her.
"What does that mean?"
"It means," Rita said in a low, seductive voice, "that my people are here looking for me. Rick's girlfriend is probably here too. Andrea has got to be so worried about him…she's having his baby."
Rita grinned at Michonne when she said that and when Dexter looked at her, he could see that Michonne knew who this 'Andrea' was!
"Michonne?" he asked. But Michonne walked up to the cell bars.
"You're going to tell me everything about this 'Andrea'. If you don't, I will come in there and rip the hair out of your scalp. Do you understand me?"
"I'm not the one you should be talking to, 'Chonnie'. Rick never mentioned her, huh? Yeah, she was with the other Rick who died. I'm not sure that baby really is Rick's…"
Michonne turned and left the jail. Dexter had no doubt she was going to confront Rick. He turned back to Rita.
"Was that really necessary?" he asked.
"Forget her and her tired drama," Rita drawled, "come into his cell and fuck me, Dexter Morgan. You know you want to…"
They were interrupted when Harrison entered the jail and stared at Rita. Dexter came to his senses and hustled his son out of there! Rita stared after the boy, who looked a lot like her long deceased father. She backed back until she was sitting on a cot. Mother of God! Had this Dexter had children with her version? She and her Dexter had never been able to to conceive but…
Rita Morgan found herself affected by that possibility. So affected that she hugged herself and rocked back and forth in her cell. Meanwhile, Michonne did not confront Rick right away. But she did go to Maggie's. She banged on the door until Rick answered.
"Michonne?" he asked and she shoved her way past him, inside. Darryl, Maggie and Herschel were eating breakfast. Rick closed the door and stood behind her.
"I just came from the jail. Our prisoner believes that other people are now here from the other universe. That means they've found the other Dexter's body and will be coming to get Rick. We need a town meeting as to how we plan to defend ourselves." Michonne said firmly. Darryl looked at Rick.
"Okay, Rick. How many? Who can we expect to see?"
Michonne turned to face him.
"Yes, Rick. Will Andrea be coming?" she asked coldly. Maggie folded her arms.
"Andrea is in that universe?" she asked.
"Yes, and she's pregnant." Michonne said, "so I doubt she'll be doing much fighting. Don't you agree, Rick?"
Rick sighed.
"Okay. Yes, Andrea is pregnant with my child…"
"And you want my children for what reason?" Michonne countered.
"Andrea is pregnant with the other Rick's child, Michonne. I have every reason to believe that he didn't die like everyone there is saying. I do believe he could be here." Rick said. "And he knows about the kids. I am here to protect Judith and RJ from HIM! Do you get that now?"
"I get it. I get that you've put my children in danger from another version of yourself. If your story is true." Michonne said shortly before turning to Darryl and Maggie.
"I get that you hate Negan. I more than get it. There is no time for it anymore. Besides the world going to shit, there are people from another world, universe, whatever, that will be willing to hurt us to get to Rick! I need to know who's side you're really on here?"
"This isn't about being on a side, Michonne," Darryl said, "this is about what's right. And what Negan did wasn't right. And nothing he does, whether it's pretending to like your kids or standing with us against an enemy, is going to make that right."
Michonne looked at Maggie.
"You feel the same way?"
"How can you ask that? The fact that you have to, shows you've lost your fucking mind! He butchered my husband in front of all of us and you can ask that? You can willingly sleep with him? Get out of here!" Maggie snapped. Michonne turned and walked out, past Rick, whom she ignored. She hurried down the steps and was heading back home, when Eugene was suddenly blocking her way!
"Eugene? I don't have time to talk…"
"I was listening on the porch. Rick told you about the other Rick?"
Something in his voice made her pay attention to him.
"What? What do you know about it?"
Eugene swallowed, then spoke.
"We've been lying to you, Michonne. This whole time. That other Rick gave us that helicopter. He runs a community and Rosita didn't think you needed to know. We assumed he was our Rick and just lost his memory and became mean. He's really mean, Michonne and I mean…"
"Okay, Eugene. Stop. I'm going to get Negan, we're going to go to his bar and Rosita and you are going to explain this to us." Michonne told him.
"So let me get this straight: the reason this Evil Rick, who the people in the other universe, think is dead, knows about Judith and RJ, is because the two of you ran your mouths about them?"
Rosita cast a glare Eugene's way, before speaking.
"We really thought he was Rick but with no memory. When Eyepatch Rick showed up, we knew something was wrong. He runs a town called Mount Falls and there is a class system."
"A class system?" Michonne asked. "What does that mean?"
"It means that whatever you did for a living before things went to hell, you do again. There are people that are janitors, fast food workers…you name it. And they live in kind of ghetto type communities. Unless you hook up with someone…"
"Whoa!" Negan interrupted. "This place is big enough to have a ghetto and fast food restaurants?"
"Yes." Eugene said simply. "They print their own money too."
"Oh I have to see this!" Negan grinned. He then looked at Michonne, who's returning look was not so kind. He cleared his throat.
"Well thanks for coming clean. Finally!"
Rosita walked over to Michonne.
"If you want us to leave, then we'll go." she said.
"That's up to you." Michonne said and Rosita left. Eugene stayed behind.
"You want to go there, don't you?" he asked Negan.
"I don't think it could hurt to see a community that's doing better than us." Negan replied.
"We need help." Michonne said. "And if this other Rick, who faked his death, can help us from being attacked, then yes, I want to go there." Michonne replied. Eugene nodded.
"We can leave this afternoon." Eugene said. Negan nodded and waited until Eugene left before saying anything.
"I think I should go alone. Seriously, Chonnie, if he's hell bent on getting the kids…"
"And what if you don't come back? What if he kills you before you can convince him to help us? You know, the more I think about it, maybe we don't need this other Rick? Maybe we just need to make sure that Alexandria is secure." Michonne countered.
"I want to go. I want to face him. Chonnie, if he can be an ally, we could stop this trading shit and start using real money. I want to see how his community runs. Rosita and Eugene don't know what the fuck they're doing! We can get more than a helicopter out of him if we play our cards right."
"Our cards are the kids? I'm supposed to tell them what? That a second Rick wants them to live with him? No. I'm staying here and I think you should as well." Michonne said.
"Are you ordering me to stay?" Negan asked. "Because that's not going to work and…"
"Fine, Negan. Go. Do what you want to do. I'm going to do what I have to." was all Michonne said before walking out of the decrepit bar. She had been stupid. Stupid to depend on anyone to look out of herself and the kids. Negan was going to get himself killed and he could care less about how that would affect the kids. Another plan came to her.
She was going to the enemy to surrender Rick. The one that really belonged in Waldorf Spruce.
Negan and Eugene took off in the helicopter as Rosita watched, shaking her head. Darryl watched Rosita from the porch, not quite understanding where Negan was going and what Rosita knew about it. He then eyed Michonne's house. Whatever was going on, Michonne had not went with him.
Michonne waited until Negan left before taking off herself. She asked Deb to watch the kids and even she, knew something was off. But Michonne just told her that she was going to meet with someone that might be able to return Rita without a lot of trouble. Deb was skeptical, but hopeful. She didn't like this Rita, nor did she like the fact that Dexter was clearly attracted to her.
Michonne took a horse and traveled the secret way she used to, to the prison. Back when she was sleeping with King Ezekiel. Back when Carol knew nothing about anything. Back when she hated Negan and only tolerated his come ons.
Back when Rick was dead. Supposedly.
Michonne rode her horse right up to the prison gates, then got off. What happened next, startled her.
Tyrese opened the gate. Tyrese without the blue cap. He walked up to her horse and handed the reins off to someone else.
"It was foolish of you to come here unless you're going to tell me where Rick is." he said, his eyes sweeping over her.
"I am. Ready to tell you. I'm ready to tell someone." she said coolly. Tyrese nodded to one of the men.
"We'll be back." he said and turned Michonne away from this prison, his muscular arm slipping around her waist and absorbing it.
"Get out of here!" he hissed. "Go back and get your people out of there if you can!"
Michonne stopped in her tracks and faced him.
"How many people are here to kill us? If I just tell them where…"
"You could tell them and you would be killed anyway. Especially after Dexter. They want Rick AND his murderer." Tyrese said solemnly.
"I can't leave! We need to end this!" Michonne snapped. Tyrese turned her to face him, their bodies almost welded together. Both hands dropped to her hips and Michonne could feel his heavy balls pressing against her. They matched the vast size of his rod. Michonne did not pull out of his hold.
Deputy Tyrese Williams had been sent through the portal to watch Sheriff Shane Walsh's tramp wife, Michonne. Michonne and the crew she ran around with, that caused all the trouble in Waldorf Spruce. This Michonne seemed different. This one would make Shane a better wife.
"Just go." he said quietly and reluctantly let her go.
"Can I have my horse back? Look your man over there saw me. He has my horse! You won't be able to hide me!"
"He works for me." Tyrese said and the man brought the horse back out. Tyrese effortlessly lifted her back on to the horse and looked up at her.
"Our Sheriff doesn't want either Rick back." Tyrese said knowingly and Michonne was forced to realize that Evil Rick's feigned death, was not such a secret to some, after all. Michonne nodded down at him and slowly rode off on her horse, back towards Alexandria. Barring a miracle, she would in all likelihood, have to deal with another version of Rick Grimes in her life.