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Chapter 30

"Open the fucking gate or you're going to regret it!"

Spencer looked down at the three cars full of dangerous men and didn't know what to do. He wanted to wait for Rick. That was the right thing to do, he just couldn't let these people in. "Rick's on his way," he shouted down, hoping that was true. When he saw the cars approaching he yelled down to Eugene to go get Rick. Eugene took off, but there was no sign of anyone coming to help him.

The ugly guy with the long blonde stringy hair was the one doing all of the talking. "Why were the Saviors back?" Spencer wondered. They had just been here a few days ago.

"I'm gonna count to ten and if you don't open this damn gate…" Dwight started to say.

"He's coming," Spencer said interrupting Dwight. "I see him on his way over. Hold tight."

Dwight knew he had to look strong to keep the respect of these men. "Don't you tell me to fuckin' hold tight. Open the damn gate now!" he shouted. He was getting really angry that this kid wouldn't listen to him. The more pissed off he got the redder his face turned and the scars on the left side if his face became even more hideous.

The inside portion of the gate swung open and Rick stood there. His arms were across his chest and his hip was cocked. This was bullshit that they were back. He wasn't letting them in until he knew what they wanted. Behind him stood, Michonne, Glenn, Heath, Tara and a few others. Their numbers where low as only Heath and his group had returned from the supply runs and that had Rick concerned.

"Whadda you want?" Rick drawled trying to appear calmer than he felt.

"I think you shorted us. I want more," Dwight told him.

Rick looked never took his eyes off Dwight. "You saw our supplies. That's all we had. You took the van that was full, that we didn't even have time to unload yet. That was way more that you should have taken. We've met Negan's demands so get the hell out of here." There was no way Rick wanted to give this idiot anything else.

Dwight turned to one of the men and nodded. A shot was fired faster than Rick thought possible and Spencer fell to the floor of the platform…motionless.

"No!" Rick shouted pulling his colt python out of the holster as did everyone quickly raising their weapons. Michonne looked up to see if there was any sign of life from Spencer, but there wasn't. He was the last of his family. Damn.

"You need to know I'm serious here, Rick. Let us in or we'll take out another of you. It's your choice." Dwight knew he had Rick by the balls. He leaned back against the hood of the car with an eerie smirk on his face.

Rick turned to look at Michonne and Glenn. Glenn said, "Do it," and Michonne nodded her agreement.

Rick walked over to the gate and put his handle on the latch. "Not everyone. You and two others. That's it." He didn't open the gate until Dwight agreed.

They started a sweep of the supply rooms first, then each of the houses. With each step…each house, Rick was getting madder and madder. He turned to look or Michonne, but she wasn't there. "Where did she go?" he thought. Then he remembered Spencer. She went to check in him. He was sure of it.

When they got to his house after finding nothing but the bare necessities at all the other places, he was madder than hell. This was his home that he lived in with his family and it galled him to have to show it to these assholes, but he knew he had to. He just wanted them out of Alexandria as quickly as possible. Hopefully, he could convince Dwight that they didn't need to search any further. They weren't hiding anything. Or at least anything that the Saviors would be able to find.

He entered the house first with Dwight right behind him and only then he did he remember about Emma. She was playing with Judith on the floor, but when she saw who was with him fear quickly flashed through her eyes.

"Fuck! Fuck!," screamed through Rick's head. He had forgotten about his best friend's…his brother's woman. He had promised Daryl he would keep an eye in Emma and here he was bringing the Saviors right into his living room without any warning to her.

The first thing that flashed through Emma's mind was "Oh my God, it's Dwight," then she pulled Judith to her to use her to try to hide behind. She didn't want him or the other two men with him to see her face. She didn't know if any if then actually knew her, but she knew of Dwight. He was always trying to appear more in charge than he was. He was just another lackey of Negan's, but everyone knew him. Everyone knew what Negan had done to his face as payback for betraying him.

Dwight had caught sight of the woman on the floor before she pulled the toddler to her. She was familiar he thought, but he couldn't place her. "Check the cabinets," he told his men while he stared at Emma.

"Who's she?" Dwight asked.

"My sister, Jenny," Rick said not skipping a beat. "Jen, why don't you take Judith up to her room until we are done here?"

Emma scooped up Judith and stood up. "Sure Rick," she said hoping her voice didn't echo the fear that engulfed her. Emma quickly got out of the room and up to Judith's. She locked the door behind her and sat the two of them down in the soft easy chair in the room. She was trying not to panic.

Without Daryl here there was no one to warn her about the Saviors. Rick should have, but didn't. What if Dwight remembers her? Or any of the other men? She had lived with them for going on a year, but the Saviors numbered in the hundreds at times so maybe she was safe. Or maybe not.

Emma didn't realize she had tears streaming down her face until Judith started patting her cheek. "Your daddy won't let anything happen to you or me, baby girl. We'll be okay," Emma cooed to the child more for her sake than Judith's. "Daryl, where are you?" she asked the empty room. "I need you."

"Your sister?" Dwight asked. "She don't look like you?"

"Lucky for her, right? Took after our mother and I'm all dad. Now have you seen enough?" Rick asked trying to change the subject off of Emma.

"Yeah. Let's go," Dwight said to the other two Saviors with him.

On the walk back to the gate, Dwight couldn't get out if his mind that he had seen this 'Jenny' before. "She seemed awfully skittish, "he said to Rick.

"Who?" asked Rick. His eyes had been searching for Michonne, but still had not seen any sign of her.

"Your sister."

The lies flowed easily from his lips. "She is. I only found her about a year ago. She was living outside of Atlanta with her boyfriend when all this shit went down. She's scared of men now. From what I can tell, she had some bad things happen to her that she won't talk about." Rick did not know how close to the truth he actually was.

"That kid her's?"

"Nope. She's mine. Why you so interested in my family?" Rick growled at him.

"Always interested in a pretty woman."

"She ain't interested so just drop it," Rick told him. Glenn slid the gate open and the three Saviors walked out to join the rest. "Don't come back, until you're due." Rick slammed the gate closed behind him, then the interior one that hid them from the outside.

A new guard on the platform indicated that the vehicles were pulling out. That was a close call.

"Where's Michonne?" Rick asked quickly.

"At the infirmary with Spencer," replied Eric, Aaron's partner.

"Is he dead?" Rick was sure the young man was killed with that unexpected shot.

"No he isn't," Eric told him. "He's wounded but should be okay according to Michonne. He played dead until we could get him down and they couldn't see.

"Smart." Rick had to hand it to Spencer that was the smartest thing he had ever done. It had most likely saved his life.

Rick jogged to the infirmary and made sure that Michonne had everything under control. She was patching the bullet wound that went through his upper arm, luckily missing the major artery in there. Then Rick literally ran back to his house to check on Emma and his daughter. He was kicking himself the entire way for forgetting about her. Daryl will kill him when he finds out. Well, maybe not literally, but he will be pissed that Rick screwed up.

He ran up the front steps, though the living room and up to Judith's room. He was completely out of breath as he stood outside the door. He turned the handle and found it locked.

"Emma, its Rick. Let me in."

Emma had jumped when she heard the knock on the door, but was relieved when she head Rick's voice.

"I'm so sorry Emma," he said taking his daughter from her arms. "I completely forgot to have someone warn you. They arrived unexpectedly and shot Spencer, so I was all wrapped up in them not hurting anyone else. I'm sorry."

"Is Spencer okay?"

"He was lucky the bastard was a bad shot. He has a through and through his upper left arm. Michonne is patching him up," Rick told her.

Emma sighed in relief that Spencer would be okay. She didn't know him well, but she didn't want anyone to die, especially because of the Saviors. Now she had to ask the question that she dreaded, "Did they say anything about me?"

"Dwight did, but I'm sure you're okay. He wanted to know why we didn't look alike and I told him you took after our mother and me our dad. That was the first thing that came to me," Rick told her.

"It was as good lie. How can he question that I'm not your sister? That was good," Emma replied. The words had flowed easily from Rick without any hesitation. Emma just prayed that none of the men remember her down the line.

The rest of the day was quiet and Emma made sure that she sent dinner over to Spencer. She put him on her list for the week. Keeping busy kept her from worrying about Daryl and she just hoped he would come back soon. When anyone went out beyond the walls, it was always dangerous and you never knew what may happen. Until she saw him with her own two eyes, she would worry about him and his crew.

Emma was wiping down the counters, before heading up to the room she shared with Daryl when Sasha walked into the kitchen to get something to eat after her watch shift. "Let me heat a plate for you," Emma offered.

Sasha was tired so she quickly took her up on it. They made small talk while the plate heated in the microwave. Suddenly, Emma got an idea and wanted to run it by Sasha.

"Can I ask you something?" Emma said.

"Sure. What is it?" Sasha asked.

"Next time you go out for target practice, can I come? I need to learn to shoot better and Daryl's been so busy, so I don't want to bother him," Emma proposed. She had handled a gun before, but the better she was with one the better it was for her and everyone else.

"I don't have a watch shift until four tomorrow, so we could go earlier if you like? I'm not busy and would welcome the distraction," Sasha told her.

Emma told her that would definitely work. She was excited to go shooting with Sasha. It was a chance to increase her skills and get to know another person better. Daryl couldn't be her whole world anymore.

The next day Sasha and Emma went to the armory to choose a handgun for Emma and get some ammunition. Sasha led the way outside the walls to the area where they practiced. She made sure that Emma was familiar with loading and unloading the clip, how the safety worked and made sure she was comfortable with the weight of the gun in her hand.

When the preliminaries were done, they got started on the target practice. Emma very quickly learned to appreciate Sasha's accuracy. Emma took her time with every shot. She wanted to learn how to be accurate and they could not afford to waste bullets.

After a while they took a break and chatted about Alexandria. The afternoon wore on and before she knew it Sasha was due back for watch duty. "Oh damn, I gotta go. I'm on watch in ten minutes," Sasha told Emma. "The time sure flew."

"I want to finish this clip. You go ahead, "Emma replied.

"No, you should come with me. You shouldn't be out here alone. C'mon." Sasha was picking up her weapon and pack. Sasha preferred to shoot a AR-15 machine gun.

"I'll just be a few minutes behind you, I'll be fine. I survived a long time on my own, so I can handle this." Emma ejected the clip and saw she had six bullets left. "I have six shots left. I'll take them and I'll be in. Go ahead so you're not late."

Sasha thought about it a second. "Okay, but if you need us, call out. Alright?"

Emma set up the cans again on the wooden plank they had going across a couple of tree stumps. Instead of standing, aiming then shooting, Emma was going to try something else. Anyone could shoot at a stationary target, so she was wanted to start with her back turned.

She took her time thinking about each shot before whipping around to shoot. She wanted to have everything become automatic, not anything that required a lot of concentration. When walkers were coming at you from all directions, you needed to fast and accurate, slow got you dead.

After the sixth bullet was fired, Emma was happy with her progress. Sasha had taught her how to look down the sight to aim correctly. She was looking forward to showing Daryl how good she was doing. Emma turned around and saw Dwight leaning against a tree smiling at her.

"Hi Emma," he said.

"My name…is Jenny," she told him. Fear started to surge through her. Emma raised her gun at him.

"Please Emma, don't play me for stupid. I know you were a Savior and you belong back with us. You are as much related to Rick as I am. It just took a little bit to remember where I saw you before, but I did. Not likely a guy can forget a woman built like you. No fuckin' way," he said. The grin on his face was eerie with the burnt skin on the left side pulling his mouth down instead of up.

Panic started to overtake Emma. She couldn't let him take her back. "I'll ssshoot you," she stammered.

"You're outta bullets, sweetheart. You and I both know that. Just make it easy on yourself and come with me."

"No! I'm not going anywhere with you. I belong here," Emma yelled.

"You belong with Negan. He's been looking for you. Seems you piqued his curiosity." Dwight said the words that Emma dreading hearing. Negan was looking for her.

Emma quickly looked around for an escape route, but her inexperience telegraphed what she was going to do. "Oh Emma, seems like we're going to have to do this the hard way."

Dwight nodded and before Emma knew what happened, everything went black. Her unconscious body slumped to the hard ground. She never saw the man coming up behind as Dwight took her full attention.

"Pick her up," Dwight told the other man. "We have a present for Negan."

The two men walked through the woods to where they had hidden their car. Emma was dumped into the backseat and they drove off towards the Savior's compound. Dwight figured this would surely put him back in good standing with the leader. Negan was aggressively searching for the green eye beauty with big tits. Dwight was going to deliver her to him on a silver platter.


A/N- it's been awfully quiet here lately. This is getting hundreds of reads a day, but no one letting me know what they think. Nine more chapters to go and she's done. Would love to hear from you all. Thanks for reading!