Sorry I left you on that note my lovelies! I promise, it wont happen again (Actually, that might be a lie.)

Review time!

Z0mb3xor: There, I spelled it right this time! Happy? :) Anyway, I apologize for the cruel cliffhanger. Please don't shoot. And Nick would be a perfect dad. the again, I have this huge obsession with Nick, so its probably the fangirl in me saying this. I'm starting to love the relationship I built with Nick and Clem

Leafs-nation: No problem! Thanks for being awesome! Yes, Omid is quite different this time around. it's hard to keep your usual self when you're forced to do the unspeakable.

Kristal-Dynamite: Love ya too girly! It is odd to see Omid different, more hardened, But surprisingly, really fun to write.

Rebloxic: JAMMY! I'm still sorting some things out, so I don't know about anyone else yet.

PeanutFangirl: *High five* I someday hope to get shot it the face with such grace! Jumpy is love! (I have a zebra back pack that literally came out of the closet named Lumpy and she has a stuffed pig named Jeffery so we decided to ship them together. We got Jumpy.)

fun fact (These might start to become common...): at first, I was considering making Pete her guardian so that if I decided to kill Pete off at the stream, then nick would still blame her while they were in the cellar (Since he wouldn't have been as close to her), she would have this screaming fit showing a more vulnerable side of her. I changed it to Nick last minute. (And I do not regret it)

ONTO THE STURY!

Omid looked back at his bowl, "You really want to know, huh?"

"Of course I do!" I nodded, "We're still friends, right?"

I was answered by a brief silence.

"We went looking for you," Omid suddenly said and didn't answer the question, "For three whole days We looked in the train cars, at Vernon's place, back at the mansion. We even ran into Molly and she helped us! We searched up and down Savannah for you. We found Lee while looking."

I pang of guilt struck me. I hesitantly asked, "What did he look like?"

"Horrible," He said it so matter-of-factly, "After Christa and I decided to move on-"

"What about Kenny?" I interrupted him. Kenny was with them, wasn't he?

He shook his head, "After Christa jumped down to pick up the walkie talkie Lee dropped, we discovered the room was full of walkers. Kenny went after her and got her up. The yelling ad talking we were doing must've drawn them near. He was getting cornered, but we couldn't see what happened. We heard a gunshot and Kenny scream. He's dead. There's no way he made it out of there."

If I wasn't to stubborn, I would've broke down in tears right there. I simply said, "Oh."

"Anyway, Molly stayed in Savannah," He gloomily continued, "Just a few months later, Christa and I found ourselves at this rest stop. We found a girl there. She couldn't have been any older then nineteen. She was alone, unarmed. She was just a helpless girl. Michelle was her name. I begged Christa to let her come with us. It took awhile to convince her, but she finally agreed. Well, she stayed for a couple days. After we finally started trusting her with weapons, she shot Christa straight in the stomach." He took a breath and looked at me, "She was almost seven months pregnant, Clem."

My lips parted slightly at this new information, "Christa was pregnant?"

He nodded, "When we met you guys she was about two and a half months along."

"Oh," I said again. I bit my bottom lip and hesitated before asking, "Is she-"

"It was a miracle she survived," Omid cut me off, "But our baby didn't. I was so sure that neither of them was going to make it out alive. I grabbed my gun and shot Michelle in the neck. I left her to turn. I carried Christa to the safest place I could. I don't know how she lived, but she did. couple weeks after that, we found a map in an abandoned car. That map had a place marked down. a place called Wellington. With the notes that went along with it, it was made out to be a safe place. That's what we were doing, trying to find it. Just before I met your asshole friends, she and I were separated. Some guys, three or four, they surrounded her and I tried to get her out of there. She told me to run, and I did. I heard a gunshot and then I fell into a stream. I have no idea what happened. Then I met the dog. Then I met your friends."

I listened to his story intently. I hung off every word as if it were the last thing I was going to hear. After he finished, I just looked at the table and considered what he had just told me. Christa was pregnant? The baby's dead? Christa's dead? Kenny's dead? They're all just dead? This is all my fucking fault. Why did I run off? I could feel myself go through another cycle of self blame. If I didn't run off, we could've been on a boat and no one else would've had to die.

"I'm sorry," I said, but it barley came out as a whisper. That looked returned to his eyes. The one I had seen in the yard when Luke and Pete first brought him here.

"You should've looked for us Clem," He said in a hard manner, "You just went of with a couple of guys, first chance you got."

"Omid," My voice was as quiet as before, "I'm sorry."

"We looked for you," He repeated, "We went back for you."

Before I could say another word, I heard the door creak open. I looked in it's direction and saw Nick. He stood by me and awkwardly rubbed the back of his head. I could've sworn that I saw a light blush all around his cheeks. He looked at me, then over at Omid.

"Hey," My guardian started, "I'm sorry for, well, for being a dick out there. I got kinda agro, and that was wasn't cool. We all have our moments, I guess."

"You defiantly had one out there," I said in a joking tone, trying to forget what Omid had just said to me. Nick nudged me, keeping the playfulness going on.

"You were way out of line pointing that gun at me," he glared at Nick, "Is that the example you're going to be setting for these little girls?"

"Hey now," Nick warned, "I'll have you know that I don't go around pointing guns in people's faces." Omid just growled in response. Nick rolled his eyes before leaving me alone with him again.

It wasn't just the two of us for long. Pretty soon, Pete entered.

"Hey," He spoke to Omid, "I was wondering if you wanted to check the fish traps with Clem, Nick, and myself tomorrow evening."

"They aren't to far, " I chipped in, "And it wont take very long."

Omid shrugged, "Might as well make myself useful."

"Good," Pete smiled, "Now Clem, tell Luke it's time to turn in! This place is lit up like a damn light house!"

"Kay Pete," I said. Pete left the room and minutes later Omid was ready to do the same.

"Where can I sleep?" He asked after he finished his food.

"On the couch," I answered, "Ask Luke or Alvin for a blanket and pillow."

"Alright," He muttered. He walked behind me, almost at the door.

"And Omid," I said, still looking across the room even though he was no longer there.

"What?" He asked in a harsh tone.

I turned and stuck my hand out, "You might want to give me Nick's watch back."

I had noticed it going missing after he came to me. Omid barley had a reaction. He reached into his pocket and placed it in the middle of my palm. I looked at the silver thing. it was once Pete's, but after we escaped from Howe's he had given it to Nick as a gift. The Persian man left the room and prepared for sleep.

I tied my shoes and prepared to leave. I heard my bedroom door open and saw Nick there. I smiled at him. He entered and closed the door behind him. I smiled at him, but he kept a serious look on his face. I know what this was about. I took a deep breath though my nose and mentally slapped myself. Kill me now. The scolding was about to begin.

"Clem," he started, "What you pulled off yesterday, giving your bud stuff, you cant do that kind of shit again."

"I know," My shoulders slumped, "But-"

"No, 'buts'," Nick interrupted, "It's dangerous."

"I know," I repeated, "It's just, I knew him. You know?"

He shook his head, "No excuse, still dangerous."

I bit my bottom lip, determined to make him see my point of view, "What if it was Luke?"

"Huh?" He gave me a confused look.

"What if it was Luke," I repeated my words again, "What if you and Luke were separated for two years? And then he magically appeared on your doorstep, injured. What if he came to you for help?"

"Well that's different," He stated.

I folded my arms and raised an eyebrow. In no way is that different, "Really? And how's that?"

"Well," Nick kneeled down to my height, " I don't care about what happens to me." He poked my stomach, "I do care about what happens to you."

That was enough for me to quickly wrap my arms around his neck and squeeze him into a tight hug. He chuckled and returned the hug. Usually, he would rub my back up and down. But this time I felt him draw circles by my shoulder blade and the other hand played with my curly hair.

"Clem?" he asked.

I stayed in his embrace, "Yeah?"

"You know I-"

He was interrupted by the sound of Luke coming in. Nick released me to that he could stand and look at his best friend for twenty years. Luke had a huge grin from ear to ear on. His dimples showed on his cheeks and he narrowed his eyes.

"Now isn't that cute?" he smiled a little bigger, "Nick, why don't you ever hug me like that?"

Nick rolled his eyes, "Because Clem prettier then you." I smiled.

"Ouch!" Luke said and held a hand to his heart, "Look at that! I'm wounded!" I chuckled at their normal, odd behavior. Luke joined me in my fit of giggles before saying, "Pete and Omid are ready to go, they're waiting on you two!"

"Tell them we'll be right down," I said. Luke nodded and left. I looked back at Nick, "What were you saying?"

He had this look. One what was suggesting that he was thinking about whether or not he wanted to tell me. he shook his head, "It can wait." He sighed, "C'mon baby girl, lets go catch some fish."

Are you glad I finally told you? Cause I sure am glad to have it out now! I was planning tko tell you in the last chapter, but I decided to ad the Clem/ Sarah scene in instead. The things I put in and then take out just to put more in is ridiculous . If I wanted to, I could create another fic and title it, "Deleted scenes from, 'Shadows on The Hill'" and it would at least be fifty chapters long.

Well, I'm glad Omids past is out of the way! I had about three versions of him thought out and it took me forever to figure out what I wanted to do. But I finally decided. His presence will actually effect quite a bit!

Moving on. How do you feel about them fishing?

Alright, come one, lets form a prayer circle for Pete.

BATMAN OUT ;)