A/N Slight spoiler alert in my notes, so don't read this note if you haven't seen Season 7, episode 4! This episode was amazing and terrible, all at the same time. Seeing Daryl like that made me cry a little, but Negan was hilarious. Was I the only one that couldn't stop laughing at Negan's response when Father Gabriel snuck up on him?

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MistahJ's Kitten: Thank you! I hadn't thought of Holland Roden as Crimson before, but she does fit the description. I don't really picture any specific person when I create a character, but I'm fond of red heads (they have that fiery attitude I love!) and found Emma Stone or Elena Satine fitting my idea of her.

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The walk to the clinic was short from the shops. Negan said someone would bring her new things to her room so they would be waiting for her. The clinic was a large, open room with an exam table in the middle. The countertops with cabinets and drawers that lined the walls were surprisingly bare. Crimson almost didn't notice the mouse of a woman who was sitting on a stool in the corner. She hadn't noticed them enter.

"That's Nancy, our nurse. Nurse Nancy, fucking awesome name, right?" Nancy practically fell off of the stool and to her knees when she heard Negan. "She was one of those school nurses, dealing with puking kids and headaches, not the kind of shit we need taken care of, so she kinda sucks at her job. Isn't that right, Nancy?"

"Yes, Negan, I'm so sorry," Nancy said with her head down. Crimson could just see her face. She was plain looking women, maybe in her mid-forties, with bushy brown hair and glasses.

"Not to worry, we've got a real Doc to give you some direction now. Just don't fuck up, you don't have any excuses anymore." He turned to Crimson. "She did an okay job with the basic stuff, like keeping minor shit from getting infected, and she does all the screenings on the new people. Everyone gets a checkup when they come in. Can't have fucking Typhoid Mary coming in here and killing my people. That includes an STD check, don't need that shit getting spread around either."

Crimson glanced around the clinic until she found what looked like a small laboratory set up in the corner Nancy had been sitting. There was a basic microscope on the counter, and she found simple supplies like test tubes, petri dishes, swabs, syringes, even chromatography paper. But they were lacking a lot of important testing supplies.

"Nancy," the small woman raised her head, unsure if she should stand in Negan's presence. "It looks like you grow bacterial cultures and immunochromatography for tests, but nothing else. Is that right?"

"Yes Ma'am," Nancy answered.

"Well Negan, the good thing about you finding a vet instead of a human doctor is that vets do a lot of their own testing. This lab is pathetic. Is there a college nearby?"

"We got one of those community colleges about an hour away."

"Good. We'll need to go there, and hit at least one veterinary office tomorrow." She began searching through the cabinets. They had a good amount of supplies, and the medication cabinet was well stocked. "Looks pretty well stocked. How fast do you go through things?" Her only answer was silence until Negan spoke.

"Well Nancy, the lady asked you a fucking question," he said.

"We can never have enough bandages and sutures, but medications usually last a while," Nancy said. "Not a lot of people have enough points for them."

Crimson was stretching up, standing on her tip toes to reach the bottles on the middle shelf, looking at each label and shaking them to gauge how full they were. She didn't notice how her tank top was riding up, revealing several inches of creamy skin on her stomach and back. But Negan noticed.

"Nancy, get the fuck out of here," he barked at her. She scrambled to her feet and practically bolted out of the door, which Negan shut behind her. He leaned his back against the door so he could watch Crimson. "Do we need to have Nancy do a check up and run those tests for you today?"

"No need to waste the supplies, there's nothing wrong with me. I'll check my own vitals later."

Crimson couldn't reach the last three shelves, so she climbed up the counter and she was on her knees, still stretching up to reach the top shelf.

"What about the STD tests?"

"No point in that, I haven't been with anyone since this all started. There's no way I had anything then, but if I did I'd know by now, symptoms would be obvious, or I'd be dead, depending on the disease." She was struggling to reach the last bottle on the top shelf and felt herself lose her balance when Negan was suddenly behind her.

"Having some trouble, Doc?" His hands were on her waist, steadying her as she set the bottle back down. She could feel the cool, soft, leather of his glove on her left side, and the warm roughness of his skin against hers on the right. His thumbs were drawing circles on her skin, it felt like fire and ice against her flesh.

"No," her voice caught in her throat, which she cleared before she spoke again. "I'm fine. I just need to get down."

"Allow me," Negan slid his left hand around her stomach, wrapped all the way around her waist before be pulled her back into his chest and lifted her off of the counter with ease, then set her feet to the floor. She immediately gripped the counter for support. He didn't loosen his grip when he leaned forward, his breath caressing the back of her neck. "Wouldn't be a fucking gentleman if I didn't help a lady when she needs it."

Crimson steadied herself and turned around in his arms so her face was almost against his chest. She was trapped between him and the counter, so she put both hands on his chest and gently pushed him as she looked up at him. He didn't budge.

"I said I'm fine. You can let go of me now."

"You sure that's what you really want? You're shaking like a fucking leaf, but that ain't fear in your eyes. I think you want me to set that beautiful ass of yours on this counter and fuck you 'til you're screaming my name." He slide his right leg between hers until it was pressed into her core. "I can feel how hot you are right now. I bet if I slipped my hand into your panties right now, your pussy is already dripping for me."

He was right, she could feel the damp heat between her legs, the kind of desire she'd only felt for one man before.

"I said no." She pushed him again, this time with some force and he allowed a few inches of space between them. "I told you I'm a one man, one woman kind of girl. So much so, I've only been with one man. A little bit of physical attraction isn't going to change that, so sorry to disappoint you. Now get off of me."

Negan smiled as he stepped back, dropping his hands from her body. "So you admit you're attracted to me?"

"Obviously. You're a handsome man, intelligent, and charismatic. Ugly men don't get cult followings and a harem of willing women. That doesn't mean I'm going to rip my clothes off and tell you to fuck me on the counter. So you can leave now, I'd like to finish setting up my clinic in peace!" Crimson was yelling at the end. She wasn't sure if she was more angry at him for continuing to push himself on her even after she'd told him no last night, or more angry at herself for being so turned on by him. Negan wasn't smiling at her anymore.

"You're pissed, I get it," he said. "I'll leave you alone, let you calm the fuck down. I'll be back to pick you up for dinner. You'd better not still be yelling by then. That shit is downright disrespectful." He opened the door and left, not waiting for her response. Without even thinking, she picked up a beaker that was sitting on the counter and chucked it at the door as it closed behind him. It did nothing to quiet her anger as it shattered against the door, sending shards of glass across the floor. That arrogant bastard thought he could order her to stop being angry when he was doing what she'd told him not to? He was dead wrong.

She was surprised when the door opened again and Negan came storming back in.

"What the FUCK was that!?" He stopped just inside the clinic, the door shutting behind him.

"It was a beaker and lucky for you I was aiming for the door, and not your head you arrogant prick!"

"Are you out of your god damn mind woman? I should fucking kill you for that shit!" Negan was loud, but he wasn't screaming like she was.

"Go ahead and try, you tyrant asshole!"

Negan moved towards her, and she stepped forward to meet him. He grabbed her hard by her upper arms and she could see the fury in his eyes.

"You're not afraid of me, are you?"

"No," she said, every bit of her standing tall, proud and defiant. "Fear is useless."

She didn't even have time to register what was happening when one hand grabbed her waist, the other threaded through her hair and his lips came crashing down on hers. There was nothing soft or gentle about his kiss. It was fierce, commanding, and she opened to his demanding tongue as she wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer, tangling her fingers in his thick hair. He tasted like he felt, hot, hard, masculine, and powerful. There was a fire running through her veins, she couldn't remember ever feeling so alive. His tongue stroked hers, promising all of the things he could do to her. She hadn't even noticed they were moving until the exam table hit her lower back and he lifted her up so she was sitting on it, his lips never leaving herself. His hands were on her knees, sliding up the inside of her thighs, spreading them until he could fit between them, then pulled her into his chest. His hands were sending tremors down her spine.

When she felt him, large and hard, pressed into her core, with only a few pieces of clothing separating them, she snapped back into reality and pulled away from him.

"Stop," she panted. "Stop, we can't do this." His gloved hand came up to her face, his thumb stroking her cheek.

"Why the hell not?" He was almost as breathless as she was, his voice was so low he was practically growling at her.

"I've only known you for two days!"

"Jesus fucking Christ sweetheart, this is the mother fucking apocalypse, two days is like two months when you can die any damned minute." He leaned down to kiss her again, but she pulled back, putting both of her hands on his chest. He stopped when he could see the shame and confusion in her eyes.

"That doesn't matter. I'm not that kind of girl. I could never sleep with a man who shares his bed with any other woman, it's disgusting and I have far too much self-respect for that. You share yours with three."

"What do you want to do?" His thumb was still softly stroking her cheek.

"Nothing," she said as she pushed him away and hopped off of the table. "Just leave me alone and go back to your wives. I get why you have them, the symbolism and power they represent, but keep your hands off of me as long as you have them."

Negan didn't have a chance to answer before the door swung open and Bud walked in.

"Hey there, Doc! I…" he cut himself off when he saw Negan and dropped to one knee. "Sorry Negan, I didn't see you."

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Negan asked.

"Ms. Crimson was kind enough to offer to fix my stitches this morning, she told me to come see her here today."

"Is that right?" He turned to her. "You already offering free medical care?"

"Bud is a lieutenant, I assumed his medical care was free." Negan cocked his head at her and smiled.

"Lucky for you, you're right. I'll be back in a couple hours to get you for dinner." Bud waited until Negan's boots were echoing down the hallway before he stood.

"Take a seat on table and pull your sleeve up," Crimson told him while she found a pair of surgical scissors, a pre-threaded suture needle, gauze, iodine, and then used the sink to fill a small bowl with water. The scissors and sutures were still in their sterilized packaging, so she only needed a little iodine to clean the wound. She set everything on the table with Bud and poured a small amount of iodine into the water. She washed her hands, slipped on a pair of medical gloves and used her foot to push a rolling stool in front of Bud before she sat down on it. She dipped some gauze into the iodine mixture and took his arm into her hand, gently running the wet gauze down the wound. "This is going to hurt."

"That's alright, can't hurt any worse then when Nancy did it the first time."

"Hopefully not. Just try to hold still."

It only took a few minutes to remove the sloppy stitches, cleanse the wound again, and stitch it back up with neat, even sutures. Bud didn't flinch. He was tougher than she first gave him credit for.

"There," she patted his hand before she released it with a smile and stood up. "Now that'll heal up better now. Try not to be too rough on it. I'll need to see you back here next week to remove them."

"Thanks Doc, very kind of you. I see some glass on the floor, you need help cleaning that up?"

"No, I can get it. But thank you."

"You enjoy the rest of your day now. If you need anything, or anyone is giving you trouble, you let me know." He gave her a smile and a nod before he left. She closed the door and looked up and the clock on the wall. She had a couple of hours to collect her thoughts before Negan would be back for her. She found a small broom and dustpan to clean up the broken glass, so lost in her own thoughts she was only half aware of what she was doing.

He didn't say anything when he walked in the door to the clinic. He just offered her his arm, which she took without question, he had Lucille in his other hand, and he navigated them back through the halls to the elevator, then to the 10th floor and into his office. The table was already set for two, the plates were covered with metal warmers, waiting for them. He pulled her chair out for her as he did the night before, and pushed her in before taking his own seat. He was reaching over to pull the covers off the plates when there was a soft knock on his office door.

"What?" he yelled towards the door. A pretty girl with short blonde hair poked her head inside.

"Negan, I… Oh, sorry, didn't know you had company."

"What in the ever loving fuck do you want, Amber?"

"I thought you might want company for dinner, but I guess you already got some."

"Yeah, I fucking do. And I will every night from now on. If I want you to suck my cock, I'll come to you, so get the fuck out." Amber squeaked in surprise and quickly shut the door. "Sorry about that, fucking girl doesn't know her place sometimes." Crimson rolled her eyes at him, then grabbed her napkin and set it across her lap. "What?"

"The way you speak to woman," she said. "It's so degrading. I find it revolting."

"I only treat 'em like that when they deserve it. I didn't even have to ask Amber to marry me. She offered herself up and stuck my dick down her throat before she even knew how much she'd get from it. Sucking dick's the only thing she's good at, useless as tits on a bull other than that."

"If you ever speak to me like that, or about me like that, and I'll carve your vocal cords out of your throat." Negan smiled.

"And that, doll, that fire of yours, is exactly why the fuck I won't. You respect yourself, know how to take care of yourself, so I respect the shit out of you." He lifted the covers off of both of their plates and set them aside. "Wild mushroom risotto. Cook said it's great. I made one of the dishwashers eat a couple mushroom in case some dumb shit can't tell the poisonous ones from the good ones. Kind of looks like shit though." Crimson could see that Negan had chicken on top of his, which he ate first.

"It smells delicious though. You said you have suppliers, do you trade for food?" She asked.

"Sort of."

"What does that mean?"

"Means other communities give me half their shit, and in return I don't skull fuck them. And we kill the dead fucks, keep them from over running their areas."

"I'd assume no one is happy about that."

"Nah, but they don't have much of a choice."

"I haven't seen any place around here where you grow your own food."

"Well we didn't finish the tour, after the clinic, but we have a couple of small gardens outside and some chickens for eggs between pick ups."

"But not enough to supply food for everyone here year round?"

"No, not that much, why?"

"Just trying to get a feel for how everything runs around here. When is your next supply pick up?"

"Day after tomorrow."

"I'd like to come with."

"Going on a personal run tomorrow, and you want to go on a pick up after that, you itching to get out of here?"

"No, I just like to stay sharp, and I want to see how you and your men do things. I've seen groups fall apart, so I'm not going to really trust that things are good here until I see it all for myself."

"Alright, you can come as long as you don't cause any trouble."

"You've already seen me in action, you know I'll be an asset, not a liability." She'd finished her meal, so she set her napkin down and made her way over to his book cases. She ran her fingers down the spines as she read the titles. There were a lot of classics, Charles Dickinson, Mark Twain, Ernest Hemingway, Jane Austin. She paused when she found The Art of War. "Have you read all of these?"

"Most of them," he said. "Some of them I'm still getting to."

"I think it's time for me to head back to my room now. I'm tired."

"Not bedtime yet baby doll. We've got a meeting tonight, attendance ain't optional."

"Meeting? What for?"

"You remember those three giant, pissing their pants pussies that were going to leave me for dead? They're getting punished tonight, and everyone gets to watch. They all need to know what happens when you betray me. Let me walk you to the auditorium, I'll get you a front row seat to the 'Don't Fuck with Me Show'."

The auditorium was a large, open room in the middle of the first floor. A very large crowd was gathered, it looked like most of Sanctuary's resident were already there. And in typical, creepy cult fashion, they all fell to their knees and bowed when Negan entered. The man knew how to make an entrance, doors slamming, filling the room with his powerful presence as he strutted in. There were only a few rows of chairs in the front, near a makeshift stage where the three men she recognized where on their knees, Simon, Bud, and a woman she didn't recognize each had a gun to the back of one of the men's heads. He took her to the front and center seat before he jumped up on the stage, Lucille never leaving his gloved hand. It was mostly men who had been sitting down, now on their knees in front of their chairs. They looked like soldiers. She saw Sherry, Amber, and another women slightly hidden next to Amber, all on their knees in front of their seats to her right.

"Well now, thank you all so fucking much for coming. I'd like to start with an introduction, we got ourselves a new, honest to God real doctor. Crimson, stand the fuck up and say hi." Crimson stood and faced the crowd, and gave them a wave. "Sit back down. Everyone else, stand the fuck up. I want to make sure everyone has a real good view of this shit." As Crimson sat back down, she heard the rustling of feet as everyone stood up. "These three sorry pieces of dog shit were supposed to have my back on a run yesterday. We ran into a herd of dead fucks and they were ordered up on the trucks with rifles to take as many down as they could, which they did. But when they ran out of ammo, instead of coming down and fighting on the ground like men, these cocksuckers thought they could just sit up there, saving their own worthless asses, while we got tore apart on the ground. We lost some real fucking good men. That shit is un-fucking-acceptable" There was an outcry from the crowd. Crimson turned her head to glance at the crowd behind her. Some people were standing silently, but others were yelling, fists pumping in the air. She heard some screaming for Lucille to bash their heads in, others were crying out for them to be thrown on the fences, and she heard something about an iron, whatever that was. Apparently some of these people really loved Negan.

"Settle down," Negan yelled over the crowd who immediately quieted. "Settle down. Of course I can't have some spineless sacks of shit for soldiers. But what to do with these three, who were willing to stand there and do nothing. Someone's gotta die for that."

"I'm sorry Negan," one of the men cried out. "I knew you'd be okay, you ain't gonna be taken out by a bunch of walkers! You…" He didn't get to finish his last sentence because Lucille smashed him across his jaw. Her barbed wire ripped through his flesh, bits of skin and blood splattered the stage. His screams of pain were muffled by his obviously broken jaw as he fell to his side.

"Oh baby, that was a good fucking hit! Well now, I guess you're the one who's getting the shit beat out of you." Negan's eyes were wild, he was blood thirsty. He brought Lucille down again over his head. Then again, and again, and again until there was nothing left but blood and brain matter and some small skull fragments. Crimson could see how he loved every second of it when that bat was swinging so gracefully, guided by his expert hands. She wasn't sure what to think. It was beautiful when she watched him work before, cutting down dead heads left and right, but when it was a real, live human being he was beating into oblivion, it was different.

But was she any different? She's lost count of the number of people she'd killed to survive, and that's exactly what he was doing, surviving. Negan wouldn't last long as a leader if one of his Saviors smelled a hint of weakness. They were like wolves, who would follow their leader to the ends of the Earth as long as he was the strongest, but that Alpha male would have his throat ripped out the moment another wolf found a weakness. No, she would have killed all of those men had she been in his position. She just wouldn't have made such a show of it.

"He's been taken care of. Now what do I do with you two? I certainly can't trust you with anything important. I think you'll be working the fences from now on. Simon, beat 'em until they've shit themselves, let them sit in the cells for a few more days, then put them to work on the fences. You're all dismissed." He jumped off the stage, Lucille leaving a trail of blood behind him. Everyone dropped to their knees again, except Crimson who remained in her seat. "Show's over baby doll, I'll take you back to your room." He offered his arm to her, but she shook her head at him.

"You're covered in blood." Negan glanced down at his offered left arm.

"I sure as shit am! He was an extra messy one," he flecked a piece of brain matter off of his arm, onto the floor. "That blood was squirting every fucking where. I need a god damn shower now. Come on." People scrambled on their hands and knees to form a path to the door. His usual swagger was exaggerated as he made his exit.

He didn't speak again until they reached the elevator. "You enjoy the show?"

"Not at all, but I get why you had to do it."

"It tickles my balls to hear that." He smiled at her. "You didn't even lose your dinner. Most people do the first time I deal out a punishment."

She shrugged. "I've got a strong stomach. Some of the crap I had to see and do during school might even turn your stomach a little."

"I doubt that." The elevator dinged at the 9th floor and he walked her to the end of the hall. "And before I forget," he dug into his pocket and pulled out a key. "The key to your room, so you can lock it when you leave." He dropped the key into her hand, then turned it over and placed a soft kiss to her skin. "Good night, I'll see you at 8am sharp, be ready to head straight out." She watched him until he disappeared behind the door to the stairwell.

She looked down at the back of her hand. He'd left smears of blood on it. She could make out the shape of his lips in the red streaks.