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Crossroads

Part Seventeen

After Dean has gone with Rick and the gang to take Maggie to Hilltop

Kid sat on his house roof, knees up to his chest with his arms wrapped around them. He'd been there since Dean had gone off in the RV with the others, silently fuming. He hadn't bothered to see the hunter off, too pissed off at the man that refused to let him go. It had been hours since then. The sky had darkened, and they still hadn't come back. Kid, had retreated to the roof to get away from the people. The constant talk, led by Spencer Monroe about what they would have to do if they didn't come back. That had led into conversations that Rick and the group had abandoned Alexandria, that they were never coming back now that the Saviours were on their back. Kid had walked off before he could get involved, not wanting to hear anymore. How could they say such things? Of course, Dean was coming back. "He wouldn't leave me," Kid mumbled to himself, but he couldn't help but squeeze his knees a little tighter.

"Hey." Kid, pulled from his thoughts, looked down from his perch to Eric. He was surprised to see the man had extracted himself from the flock of Alexandrian's. When Kid had left he had been in the thick of the arguments. Not that Kid could blame him, the finger of abandonment was being pointed at Aaron as well. The ginger was stood on the street, staring up at the boy perched on the roof. "You going to come down any time soon?"

"Why should I?"

"To eat, maybe."

"Not hungry." Eric laughed.

"Now that I find hard to believe."

"It's true."

"Boy's are always hungry," Eric argued. Kid scoffed, but when his stomach gave a grumble, confirming Eric's statement, he had to fight off a blush.

"I don't want to come down," Kid muttered, turning his face away so he wouldn't have to look at Eric.

"Alright." The sound of footsteps walking away and a door opening, was all the clues the boy got that Eric had left. He didn't bother to check, turning his gaze back to the sky. The sun was disappearing, the stars coming out, it was going to be a clear night. Kid wondered if Dean was looking at the stars. He hoped he was, and not … Kid cut off that thought before it could develop. The sound of something opening brought him out of his head. He glanced down to see the closest window, the one he had used to get onto the roof in the first place, was open and Eric was climbing out of it.

"What are you doing?" Kid asked, shocked.

"What does it look like?" was Eric's answer. He was grinning as he carefully pulled himself through the window, a bag in his hand.

"You're going to fall," Eric snorted, ignoring Kid. After a close call, where his footing slipped a little, the ginger haired man was sat beside Kid, legs dangling over the roof as he took a deep breath.

"Thank god that's over."

"You didn't have to come up here," Kid pointed out. Eric laughed.

"Yeah, sure. Here," he thrust the bag at Kid, who had no choice but to take it. Once open he spotted a can, a spoon, a bottle of water and some bread.

"I said I wasn't hungry."

"I don't care, eat," was all Eric said. Kid scowled at him, but did as he was told, extracting the can and spoon, pulling the ring of the metal top off. The smell of cold beans filled his nose, he didn't bother to look embarrassed as his stomach grumbled. He dug the spoon in, taking mouthful after mouthful. "Knew you were hungry," Kid could feel Eric's smirk and fought off a blush. Shovelling more beans into his mouth.

"Shut up."

"You shouldn't not eat just because you're worried about him." Kid swallowed his beans, though they lodged a little in his throat due to his surprise at the statement.

"I'm not worried."

"Kid," Eric spoke softly, coxing the boy to look at him. The man's face was shadowed, but Kid could see that he was levelling a hard look at him. Kid sighed, dipping his spoon into the can, only to find nothing inside. He'd eaten that fast. "It's ok to be worried about Dean."

"I'm pissed at him," Kid said, placing the can down on the roof, with the spoon inside. He ripped open the rest of the bag, grabbing the bread, taking a chunk off with his teeth.

"You know he couldn't let you go."

"Carl went."

"He's older than you."

"That doesn't make a difference," Kid snarled. The old anger he'd been nursing since Dean had left rushing to the surface. He banished the bread at the ginger man like a knife, spraying him with crumbs. "I survived on my own before I met Dean. He knows what I can do. I'm not a baby." Eric sighed, shaking his head.

"Kid, Dean knows that you can take care of yourself," he said slowly, making sure that Kid didn't get the opportunity to scoff at him. "But that doesn't mean he wants you to." Kid cocked his head, stuffing the rest of the bread into his mouth, reaching for the water.

"What do you mean?"

"Look, you're eight. Don't give me that glare, Kid. You can't argue that you are eight."

"I might be nine."

"Fine, nine," Eric waved a hand. "Nine-year olds don't go off to face dangerous situations."

"But, taking Maggie to Hilltop wasn't dangerous," Kid argued, unscrewing the bottle top and taking a slurp.

"We don't know that," Eric said. "They're not back yet." Kid side eyed him. The ginger haired man's face was pinched and pale. His eyes were far away, as though suddenly lost in thought. The expression struck Kid.

"You worried?"

"Of course, Aaron's with them." Kid said nothing, taking another sip of the water. He hadn't even considered that Eric would be worried. In fact, what with him being so pissed at Dean, he hadn't even thought of the others. He screwed the lid back on, tossing it to Eric, who barely caught it on time.

"They'll be fine."

"What if they don't come back tonight?" Eric asked.

"They'll be at Hilltop," Kid said, hoping that stating it like it was true would somehow make it more believable to himself. "They wouldn't have come back tonight anyway." Eric considered, then nodded his head.

"I guess you have a point."

"Of course, I do," Kid pouted, turning his face up with a snort. Eric laughed, reaching out to ruffle his hair, with got his hand a slap. "Don't do that."

"Fine, fine," Eric leaned back to look at the sky, then yawned. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to head in."

"You do that."

"Don't stay out here too late," Eric gave Kid a stern look, but it was easily ignored, it was nothing like Dean's.

"I won't." Eric got up and after some careful steps he was back through the window. Kid watched as he walked out of his house and down the street to his own. It was quiet this late in Alexandria. With no lights no one really wandered around once the sun was gone. Some people were stationed on the gate, keeping watch in case Rick and the gang came back, but Kid didn't expect anything. The thought of Rick automatically brought thoughts of Dean. Sure, he was stilled mad at the hunter for not letting him come, but it was slowly being washed away with his worry. Oh, he knew he had lied to Eric, of course he did. He would never admit that he was worried about Dean to anyone but the hunter himself. The older man knew he too well after all. And Kid would do anything for Dean. He had saved his life from Finn and Darla. Let him tag along, taught him to hunt when he didn't have to. Kid would be forever grateful for that, but it wasn't just gratefulness that kept Kid with Dean. The young hunter gave Kid a feeling that he could only attribute to his own dad. Of safety, comfort, protection. And with him now gone, those feelings went with him. If Kid was being honest with himself, the only reason he wanted to go with Dean in the first place was because he didn't want to lose those feelings. Being alone in Alexandria made the old fear return. The same one he had with Finn. He didn't like it. The wind brushed against him, chilling some of the exposed skin on his arms. Hunching down, Kid settled in. He wasn't going to get any sleep. He knew. He'd be waiting when Dean came back.

Kid slept on the roof. He didn't know when he fell asleep, but he knew when he woke up. It was the sound of the gate opening that pulled him from his dreams, not that they were anything to talk about, mostly just noise and flashing images. At least it wasn't a nightmare. Kid jerked up, hand falling to his waist to feel at his little silver knife in a practiced motion. His eyes moved to the street to see most of the Alexandrian's making their way to the gate. A few wisps of conversation reached his perch.

"So, they're back?"

"Yeah."

"All of them?"

"Don't think so. They weren't in the RV."

"The RV's gone?"

"Yeah."

"Damn, how are we going to replace that?"

"I don't know."

"They better have a good reason for -" Kid tuned out the rest of the words, already on the move. He picked his way over the roof, dashing through the still open window to land in Dean's room. It was just the way he'd left it, stuff all over the place with the bed unmade. Kid tried his best not to dwell on the hunter's mess, booking it out of there, down the stairs and out of the front door. He ran down the street, ignoring the shouts of some of the Alexandrian's as he elbowed them out of the way. Soon he was at the gate, which was open, allowing Rick and his group to come through.

"Aaron!" Kid wheeled around to see Eric rushing to his boyfriend. He was quickly caught and the two were soon sharing a kiss and a hug. Kid smiled a little at the sight, he liked the two of them and were glad they were back together. He then turned his attention back to the group. His eyes scanned over them, they were a mess. Tired, dirty, but also upset. Kid briefly wondered what it was that had upset them, but that wasn't what was important.

"Rick," one of the Alexandrian's came forward, standing before the community's leader with a frown. "What happened? Did you get Maggie -?"

"Where's Dean?" Kid asked. He had looked over the returning group twice and still he could not find the hunter. He'd been expecting to greet him with a punch to the gut, but Dean had not appeared, even when the gate was shut behind the returning group. His question had caught the attention of the other Alexandrian's. Some started to mutter to one another, while Eric, still in Aaron's embrace frowned.

"And Daryl. Where's Daryl? Did they stay in Hilltop?"

"Eric," Aaron started but Rick was on the move, crossing to Kid, standing before him so the child had to crane his neck to look at his face. Kid frowned at the expression on the older man's face. It was a mixture of sadness, anger, frustration and grief. It didn't make sense.

"Where's Dean?" Kid asked again, trying not to feel intimidated by the man looming over him. Rick reached out, placing a hand on Kid's shoulder, squeezing it.

"Kid -"

"Dad," Kid shot a look at Carl, who was stood a little away, cutting off Rick before he could say more. The Alexandrian leader glanced at his own son, who was levelling a significant look their way. Kid furrowed his brow at that, what did that mean?

"Rick?" it was Eric who asked this time, causing the man to sigh.

"Come," he said, using his grip on Kid's shoulder to steer him through the group of Alexandrians', who were watching everything with confused faces. "We're having a meeting at the church," he announced to the rest of the crowd. "Gather everyone." Rick didn't say anymore as he pulled Kid away. Kid took a glance behind though, the people were confused, but they weren't about to argue with an order from their leader. The only ones that dared to follow were Eric and Aaron, though the second looked like he wanted to do anything else but that. Carl also fell into step with them, his hat covering most of his face, so Kid couldn't read it.

"What's going on? Why are we having a meeting? Where's Dean?" Kid's battery of questions went unanswered though, as Rick continued to lead him away. Soon they had made it back to Dean and Kid's house. Rick opened the door and the group trooped their way inside and into the main room. Rick placed Kid on the sofa and stood before him. He glanced at Aaron and Eric who were stood in the doorway.

"You should have gone to the church," Rick rumbled.

"Why did you need to take Kid away?" Eric asked, which got him a nudge from Aaron.

"I need to talk to him."

"About Dean?"

"Eric," Aaron hissed but his boyfriend was having none of it.

"You don't drag someone off like that without a reason," Eric argued. Glaring at Aaron, he walked across to stand behind the sofa and Kid. "What's going on that you couldn't tell him with everyone else?"

"Eric," it was Carl this time, though his voice broke a little as he spoke. Kid, who had remained silent in all this suddenly spoke up.

"Is he dead?" Rick jerked to look at the boy again, eyes widening.

"What?"

"Dead. Is he dead?" Kid asked again, voice rising as he tried to control himself. It was one of his worse fears, that Dean would die and leave him all alone. He didn't want to be alone, he didn't want to be like that again. He needed Dean, he wanted Dean.

"No, he's not dead," Aaron said.

"Then what's going on?" Kid asked, anger lacing his tone. "Where is he if he's not -"

"He's with the Saviours," Rick stated it, saying it quickly as though that would make it any easier.

"The Saviours?" Eric gasped. "They took him hostage?"

"Not exactly."

"Then what?" Kid burst out. "What are you hiding?"

"Kid," Carl stepped forward as though he was going to try and calm him down, but Rick held out a hand, bringing order back to the rapidly deteriorating situation. He levelled a hard look at Kid, who flinched a little under it.

"Dean was taken by the leader Negan," he said, voice cool. "He claimed that Negan was his Father." Kid blinked, his mouth opened, his stomach dropped, and he gasped.

"What?" he muttered.

"It's true, Kid," Carl said, finally coming up close to the arm of the sofa, peering at the child with concern. "He announced it in front of all of us."

"But how is that possible?" Eric asked. "Dean wasn't part of the Saviours when Aaron and Daryl found him."

"I don't know," Rick said, his gaze not leaving Kid even as he reeled from the news that his protector was gone. "But Negan seemed to believe him." Kid jerked his own eyes up, glaring at the man.

"Dean's not a Saviour," Kid spat.

"No offence, Kid, but after today, I'm having a hard time believing that," Rick said it so coldly, as though it was obvious that Kid didn't know what he was talking about. That was it for Kid though, he couldn't believe this, he just couldn't. How dares this man? He jumped up and before anyone could stop him, he was on Rick. Crashing into his legs with all his strength, he managed to knock them both to the ground. Using the element of surprise, Kid clawed up Rick's body and punched him hard in the face.

"Kid!"

"Oh my god."

"Dad!"

"He's not a Saviour!" Kid shouted, pummelling Rick with his small fists. "He's not, he's not, he's not!"

"Kid!" Hands grabbed his arms and he was yanked back, off Rick. Not that his punches had done anything to the man. Though the first was probably going to give him a black eye. Kid fought against the hands holding him. He thrashed and turned his head, trying to escape Aaron who held him tight.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

"Kid, calm down!"

"No! He's saying shit about Dean that's not true," Kid snarled, as he glared venomously at Rick, who was being helped to his feet by Carl. Another hand came to rest on his shoulder, Kid turned to see Eric, kneeling beside him, a concerned look on his face.

"Kid -" he started, but stopped when the boy sniffed, it was quickly followed by harsh angry tears.

"He's lying. I know he's lying. Dean's not a Saviour. I know. He saved me. He's not a Saviour." Eric broke then, pulling Kid from Aaron's hands and hugging him. Kid allowed it, for once not fighting the warm feeling that rushed through him. He let his tears soak Eric's shirt, even as he shook his head and muttered his denials.

"You can't know for sure that Dean is a Saviour," he heard Eric say.

"He claimed Negan -"

"So, what if Negan's his dad?" Eric said angrily. "That doesn't mean that Dean was part of his group. Remember when Daryl and Aaron found Dean and Kid? They were nowhere near where the Saviours are. In fact, they were nowhere near us."

"It could have been a trap." Eric snorted.

"Yeah, right. You told me what they were like when you met them," he shot a look at Aaron, who paled under the hard scowl of his boyfriend. "They didn't even want to come with you. Told you to take your offer and shove it. Now," he looked back to Rick, who kept his face blank. "Why would he do that if he was working with the Saviours all this time?"

"That's true, dad," Carl said in agreement, which must have surprised Rick as he sounded irritated.

"That's not the point Carl."

"Then what is the point?" Kid snapped. Having finally cried himself out, he pulled away from Eric, to turn his own heated glare on the leader of Alexandria. "You going to kill me because you think Dean was working for the Saviours?"

"That's not happening, Kid," Eric said sternly. Kid shrugged.

"It's what he thinks, right?" he nodded to Rick who looked stricken. "You think we're part of the Saviours, so now you're going to kill me."

"No one is going to kill you," Aaron spoke but Kid didn't believe him. Rick was staring at him, then he sighed out and rubbed a hand through his hair.

"I'm not going to kill you. But I need to know what you know."

"I don't know anything."

"About Dean," Rick said. "You need to tell me everything you know about Dean."

"So, you can kill him?" Kid snapped. "Dean's not a Saviour."

"We don't know that."

"I know that."

"How?" Rick asked. "How can you know that?"

"Because he saved my life when he didn't have to." Kid admitted. "He was alone, I'd robbed him of his stuff. Left him with nothing. Once he tracked me down and took it, he could have just left me behind, left me with people who were hurting me, but he didn't. He took me in, looked after me, taught me how to survive. We got caught again," Kid looked away, as he remembered Grady Memorial Hospital. "I got in trouble. Dean could have left, but he didn't. He stayed with me."

"That's all nice and everything, but it doesn't mean he wasn't -"

"Oh, for fucks sake, we met in Chattahooche National Forest," Kid shouted, his cursing getting him a hissed reprimand from Eric. "That's no where near where we are now. How could Dean have been part of the Saviours when he was that far away from them?"

"He's right dad," Kid was surprised that it was Carl who was speaking up. "They came through Atlanta and were only close a while before we found them. From what we know of the Saviours, they didn't come from that way. They couldn't have crossed paths."

"Plus, they were heading to Washington," Aaron spoke up. "Dean mentioned they were looking for someone, but never that it was his dad. Anyone else would have said they were looking for their dad if they were asked."

"We weren't looking for his dad," Kid admitted.

"Who were you looking for then?" Rick asked. Kid hesitated, he couldn't reveal to much. Not about hunters or anything like that. Not like they would believe him, but hunting was Dean's business, their business, it had nothing to do with them.

"A friend of Dean's. He thought he might still be alive."

"Did Dean ever mention his family?" Kid shrugged. "Kid!"

"He mentioned a brother once," Kid said through gritted teeth.

"Alive?"

"No."

"No dad?"

"Never mentioned him, I think he thought he was dead."

"That would make sense," Aaron said. "If he thought he was dead he would have been just as caught off guard as us."

"But wouldn't he recognise his name?" Carl frowned. "I mean, Negan's not a common name."

"Maybe it's not his real one?" Eric suggested.

"You think it's a fake name?" Rick asked, and Eric shrugged.

"If it's right that Dean didn't know Negan was his dad before he met him, it would make sense." Rick still looked sceptical. "Look, I know you're being cautious, but Dean is a good guy. He wouldn't have betrayed us like that. I don't believe he was a Saviour. A survivor, with some secrets, yes. But nothing that would hurt us." Rick didn't answer, though he seemed a little less sure of himself as before. He sighed and lowered his eyes.

"Alright, I'll admit we don't know everything. But I'll be keeping an eye on you until we know more," he directed the last part at Kid, who scowled.

"What's that's supposed to mean?"

"No going out beyond the wall and you can't stay on your own."

"You can't make -"

"He can stay with us," Eric cut Kid off before he could argue further. Aaron nodded his ascent and Rick grunted.

"Good. Though I don't know what difference it will make. Everything has changed."

"What do you mean?" Eric asked. Rick didn't answer, only turning his back to walk out.

"Come to the meeting and you'll find out." Was all he said before leaving. Carl followed. Aaron stayed with Eric and Kid, who turned their confused gazes to him. The man looked defeated and Kid wondered just what the hell had happened out there.

Kid had kept to himself after the group came back. Staying inside his house, away from everyone. He'd gone to the meeting in the church. Wanting to know the details that only Rick could tell. Finding out how thoroughly defeated they were was crushing. That Rick was no longer the leader and the Saviours were running the show. He found it surprising that Rick was saying all this, after the way he'd acted when he'd quizzed Kid about Dean. But he guessed that could count as his last act as leader before he announced the new circumstances to everyone. The Alexandrian's had taken the new situation with shock and denial. They had been pissed when they learned they had to pay the Saviours with food and materials for protection. But when Rick had told them of the grisly deaths of Abraham and Glenn, most had stopped voicing any protest. It was then Kid learned that Daryl was taken too, not in the same context as Dean, but still, the older man was gone, and his missing presence effected Kid more than he wanted to admit. Rick had told of what happened to Dean, not going into details, but still everyone knew that Dean had claimed to be Negan's son, which had gotten Kid some strange looks. Kid didn't want to be grateful when Rick said they were sure Dean wasn't a Saviour, and that he hadn't been working against them. He was still pissed at the man with the way he'd jumped to conclusions about Dean. After the meeting had wrapped up Kid had retreated to his house. Eric and Aaron with him, though he was sure they would rather be in their own place than camping out at his. That was where he had stayed for the next few days. Kid had claimed Dean's room, letting Aaron and Eric have his. It wasn't that he was being mean, but the bed still smelled of Dean and it brought him some comfort. A knock on the door brought Kid's head up from where it was buried in the pillow. He barely glanced over his shoulder before the door was pushed open and Aaron walked in.

"Still in bed?"

"Go away," Kid mumbled, turning his face back into the pillow.

"You do know it's been five days?"

"I don't care."

"Eric does though," Aaron said, coming to sit on the edge of the bed, so that it dipped under his weight. "He's let you sulk up here too long."

"I'm not sulking," Kid argued but Aaron shook his head.

"I know what's happened to Dean has upset you."

"I'm not upset, I'm pissed," Kid snapped, but it only got him a raised eyebrow from Aaron for a further explanation. "The Saviours took him away and I can't even leave to get him back."

"Dean wouldn't have wanted you to risk your life for him."

"I wouldn't be."

"You think they'd just let you demand him back?" Aaron asked. Kid shrugged.

"I wouldn't be asking."

"That's stupid Kid, we don't even know where they've taken him. We don't know where their base is. You wouldn't know where to find him."

"I'd find him," Kid protested, but it died quickly when Aaron just rolled his eyes at him.

"Whatever Kid, but you need to get out of this room. Come on," Aaron tapped his leg, but Kid didn't move.

"I don't want to."

"I don't care."

"You can't make -"

"If you don't follow me, I'll cart you there over my shoulder," Aaron said with a serious eye. Kid swallowed, the look reminded him of when Dean told him to follow orders and stay close. He knew not to mess with that look. Reluctantly he got up, he was still in his clothes, not having bothered changing into his sleep wear for a few days. He followed Aaron down the stairs, there was no sign of Eric. Kid hesitated when Aaron walked out the front door and into the street. But the look he got was enough to get him moving again. They walked down the street. Kid ignored the looks he got from some of the Alexandrian's, some were sympathetic, while others were judging. He didn't care much for either. He jumped as someone shouldered him.

"Sorry," he turned to see Spencer Monroe walking away from him, but not before he caught a smirk on his lips. Kid clenched his fists and would have gone for him, but Aaron grabbed his wrist and pulled him along.

"Ignore him."

"He's a dick."

"Yes, he is," Aaron said, but he didn't let go of Kid's wrist. Soon they were at Aaron and Eric's, the latter waiting on the front porch of the house.

"See you got him out of his room," the ginger haired man said.

"Threats work wonders," Aaron admitted, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's cheek, as he pulled Kid into the house.

"What am I doing here?" the boy asked, as he yanked his wrist free of Aaron's grip. Eric smiled sadly as Kid backed away from them.

"We thought of something that may just keep you occupied."

"I don't need to be occupied."

"I beg to differ," Aaron snorted.

"I just want to go find Dean." Eric sighed, bending so that he was directly in front of Kid.

"Kid, you know you can't do that. Things have changed now. The Saviours -"

"I don't care about the Saviours. They at least know where Dean is. I can get them to talk."

"Is that before or after they smash your head in?" Aaron snapped. Kid stilled, wilting a little under the intense glare of the man. He remembered how Rick had explained what happened to Glenn and Abraham. Sasha and Maggie had stayed at Hilltop, not wanting to come back to Alexandria. He couldn't imagine having to watch that happen to someone. Especially someone he cared about. Aaron sighed, seeming to deflate a little. "It's to dangerous. We just have to let things play out, for now." Eric nodded, Kid didn't like it, but with them both against him, it wouldn't do him any good to argue with them right now. He pouted, and Eric clamped a hand on his shoulder.

"Come on, I want to show you something." He pulled him through the house to the back, into the garage. The metal grill that marked the way to the drive was shut, but with a flick of a switch the light came on. Kid gaped when he saw the car. It was an Impala. Kid would recognise one anywhere now. Dean wouldn't shut up about them after they had been forced to abandon the one they found. At the time it had annoyed Kid, but now he would give anything to see Dean's smug smirk as he talked on and on about his baby. The garage was filled with bits and pieces, some covered in grease, others in parts of disrepair. The hood of the Impala was propped up, showing the engine.

"What is this?"

"What's it look like, Kid?" Aaron asked, which got him a glare. He only laughed though. "I found it a couple of days before … well before. I was trying to get it to start before I showed Dean."

"How did you know he liked Impala's?" Kid mumbled, coming up to the car. It was painted black, with a few scratches and dents, but it still looked decent. Dean would have liked it.

"Are you kidding?" Eric laughed. "The guy practically preached about Impala's, wouldn't shut up about them when we were talking about cars once." He shook his head as Kid came around to look at the engine. "We figured you could help fix it up. You know, for when he gets back." Kid spun around, pinning the couple with a wide-eyed stare.

"Comes back?"

"You think he won't?"

"But, the Saviours -"

"The Saviours won't be able to keep Dean and Daryl for long," Aaron said with a smile, though the second seemed a little forced. "The two of them will find a way."

"You think?" Aaron nodded, as did Eric. Kid turned back to the car. "I can fix it up?"

"You know how?"

"Dean showed me some things."

"Then have at it," Aaron waved a hand. "I have no idea about engines, better to leave it to someone who kind of knows what they're doing."

"Dean would be pissed if you wreaked one of his baby's," Kid nodded. Eric chuckled, and Aaron shook his head.

"Yeah, probably. But you need to -" the rest of Aaron's words were cut off by a loud bang coming from the front door. Eric jumped and even Kid was surprised. Another loud crack came, and Aaron turned to go check it out.

"Aaron?" Eric called after him.

"Wait here," was all he said before disappearing. Eric worried at his hands, but Kid's instincts were kicking in. He reached for his belt, pulling free his small silver knife. He didn't have a gun anymore, but he'd been able to stash the weapon out of sight before anyone could take it from him. As he moved closer to Eric, a shout came, then the sound of a scuffle.

"What are you doing?! Get out!"

"Aaron!" Eric called, bolting from the garage.

"Eric, wait up!" Kid shouted, but Eric was already gone. "Shit!" Kid followed, rushing out of the garage and back into the main room. The sight he met chilled him. Two men were on Aaron, beating the crap out of him as Eric called for them to stop. Aaron had his hands over his head, trying his best to protect himself, but if they kept going it wouldn't be enough to stop them from seriously hurting him.

"Stop! Please, just stop!" Eric was shouting, but it was doing no good. The two continued to beat Aaron, who was a curled lump on the ground. "Please, we haven't done anything to the Saviours -" Kid tuned out the rest of Eric's words. Saviours? These guys were Saviours? He reacted. The rage and anger welling up in him before he could tramp it down. He jumped into the fray, knife in hand. He stabbed at the first body part he could find, causing the person to yowl and turn on him.

"You little brat!" they shouted in his face. But Kid didn't care. He ducked the wide swing that came for his face, crawling so that he could slash at the man's knees, before moving onto the second guy. He drove the knife into his forearm, making him scream.

"Son of a bitch!"

"Kid!" Eric yelled, but Kid ignored him, his focus was taken up by the two men.

"Get away from Aaron," he spat. The two weren't beating him anymore, which was good. From what Kid could see of the man, he wouldn't have been able to take much more.

"You shouldn't have interfered boy," one said and for a moment, Kid was sure he saw the man's eyes turn black. Tensing, Kid gripped his knife tighter. Was one of them a demon? If so he needed to get the pair out of the house. Pasting a grin onto his face, Kid tossed his silver knife to his other hand before flipping them the bird.

"If you wanna do something about it. You might want to start running," and with that he turned tail and ran for the front door. The shouts of the two behind him were enough to tell him they were following. Good, he needed to get them away from Aaron and Eric, especially if one was a demon. He crashed out into the street, which was strangely silent. He turned, then started running in the direction of his own house. He wasn't sure how he was going to deal with the demon, but there was supplies back at the house. Holy water for one. As he passed Rick's place a shot came from behind. The earth exploded near his foot and Kid was thrown off balance. He fell, scraping his knees and hands as he tried to save himself. He just managed to keep hold of the knife, making his knuckles bleed, but his delay was enough for the two to catch up with him. A hand clamped on the back of his neck, hauling him up like a fish on a hook. His knife was plucked from his hand, and a hard punch was delivered to his face. It got his nose causing blood to spurt from it.

"Did you think you could out run us?" his hair was grabbed, and his head yanked back to look into the snarling face of one of the men. Kid took in the eyes. He was right, they were black. Not noticeable for anyone who wouldn't think to look. But Kid was a hunter now, he knew the signs. "You really don't know who you're messing with."

"I think I do," Kid said, even though it hurt his face to speak. Rearing back, he smacked his head forward in a head butt. The demon jerked back, but it hardly did the damage Kid would have wanted, especially when the hand tightened in his hair and his own knife was placed at his throat.

"You've got some death wish boy," the other said as the demon gathered himself. "You think we won't do it?" the knife was pressed tighter, so his skin was torn, and blood trickled down his neck. "No ones going to miss one kid."

"Now, isn't this a sight," a new voice spoke. Kid didn't know who they were, but they had to be someone important as the two Saviours that had a hold of him instantly froze. "Who'd think that a little snot nosed brat would make two of my men look like a bunch of pussies?"

"Boss," the demon said, shrinking in on himself as he turned to face who ever was speaking. "We didn't -"

"I don't want to hear it," the boss said. Kid could hear boots coming towards them, but he couldn't turn around to look seen as he was still being held by the back of his neck. "This was just supposed to be a collection."

"He attacked us."

"Why?"

"Well … we were …"

"Negan, please -" the rest of the words were lost on Kid though. Negan. They said Negan. He was here? He was behind him? It was enough for strength to flow back into Kid's arms. He kicked and struggled, managing to scratch his nails down the hand that held him. The person hissed and dropped him, but Kid didn't care. He may not have a knife any more, but the Saviours were carrying. Spinning, Kid darted low, right in to his captor's crotch. He didn't hold back with the punch he delivered there, causing the man to gasp, and his knees to buckle. Kid slipped his hand to the belt and pulled the gun that sat there. In a fluid motion taught to him by Dean, Kid pushed himself away, wheeling round to point the gun at Negan. He had to hold in his own gasp at the sight of him. He looked like Dean. Sure, most wouldn't see it, but Kid could. He'd spent a lot of time with the hunter, he'd learned to read his face long before they made it to Alexandria. Dean had Negan's jaw, along with his nose. The eyes weren't the same, but they had a similar colour. He was also stocky, like Dean, with a short build. Kid's hand trembled a little, but he managed to keep it pointed right at his head. He needed to do this for Dean.

"Where is he?" Kid demanded, voice tight, angry. Negan, who had come out of Rick's house and was now stood on the steps up to the porch, watching with an amused expression. The black leather jacket he wore creaked as he placed his hands on his hips. Kid's eyes caught the handle of a baseball bat, bloodied finger marks stained onto the wood. He swallowed, but he squashed down the fear that the sight brought up in him. It wasn't Dean's blood, was it? Negan watched him, mouth twitching into a smirk.

"You've got some balls," he said, his voice was low, soft almost. Though with his tense shoulders Kid could tell that at any moment that amusement could turn to anger and he would be in trouble. "Where have they been hiding you?"

"Where is he?" Kid asked again and Negan's twitching lips downturned into a frown.

"You want to tell me who you're talking about kid. I'm having a little trouble getting what you're saying."

"You little brat!" the shout came from behind him, followed by rushing feet. Kid reacted, just as Dean had told him to. He turned, keeping the gun up and straight and shot off before he could really think about it. The yelp that followed, brought gasps from the surrounding watches, but Kid didn't bother to look at them, he was too busy staring at the man he'd punched in the crotch. He was down, holding his shoulder as blood gushed from the wound.

"Don't come near me, or I'll shoot you in the head," Kid snarled, which got him a glare. His eyes flicked to the demon, who was loitering a little away. Kid wondered why it was staying back, a bullet wouldn't do much to it, so why was it trying to keep out of the way? The sudden laugh shook all of them, Kid turned back to see Negan, he'd come closer and he was laughing his head off at the scene that had played out before him. Once he was on the street he clapped his hands together.

"Wow, you really are a ballsy brat," he stopped an arm's length away. Kid shook his head, moving the gun back to point at the man. Negan cocked his head. "You going to shoot me now?"

"Where is he?"

"I really wish you would ask me something else," Negan said with a sigh, not at all bothered by the gun directed at him. "You've peeked my interest."

"Shut up! Just tell me -" Kid's shouting though was cut off as Negan rushed him. Normally Kid could have dealt with this, but Negan was as fast as Dean, and Kid had never been able to stop Dean when he came at him like that. The gun was knocked aside, Kid squeezed the trigger, so a bullet exploded, only to hit the ground. A fist pummelled into his face, knocking Kid to the ground. The strength behind it was nothing like Kid had felt before. It didn't compare to what Finn did to him, it was much, much worse. He brought a hand up to his face, it throbbed beneath his fingertips, a bruise was probably forming.

"Looks like you need a little bit of guidance," Negan said, looming over him. "You see, I like that you're ballsy, you don't get much of that now a day. But I have a problem with you beating the shit out of my men. That's a big no, no kid. Can't have that, it upsets moral." He reached back, and Kid gasped at the sight of the wire wrapped baseball bat, the one that had killed Abraham and Glenn, still covered in blood with flesh stuck in it. "Don't worry. I won't bash your head in. Maybe your hand. You've always got a spare." He lifted the bat. Kid cringed.

"Kid!" The scene froze for a moment, but it was enough for Eric to dive in between the two of them, wrapping himself around Kid, placing himself in the line of the bat. "Please stop! Don't hurt him!"

"Is everyone some kind of hero in this place?" Negan growled, the amusement quickly disappearing to be replaced by real anger.

"Please, he's just a boy. He didn't mean -"

"I think he knows what he meant," Negan said. "And now he can take his punishment like a big boy. Move."

"Please." Negan sighed.

"You don't move and I'll just go through you. Lucille isn't too picky."

"Eric, please just go," Kid said, trying to push the man off him. He glared over the red-heads shoulder, right at Negan, who raised an eyebrow at the expression. "I can take him." Eric shook his head and gripped tighter.

"You heard him," Negan said. "He can take it. Move."

"No."

"Suit yourself, then."

"Wait, Negan. Don't." Again, the scene froze. Kid glanced to see Aaron hobbling towards them. "You don't want to do that."

"And why not?"

"Because Dean would be pissed if you hurt, Kid." The effect was instant. Negan's eyes widened, his nostrils flared. He stared at Aaron, who was having trouble keeping his feet, no one moving to help him. Then he turned to look at Kid, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Dean?"

"Yeah, he's like Kid's dad. He'll never forgive you if you hurt him," Aaron wobbled, but managed to keep on his feet. Negan stood there a moment. Seeming to ignore everyone around him. Then he reached out, grabbed Eric, throwing him out of the way, exposing Kid.

"Eric," Kid called as the red-head fell to the ground, but he didn't have time to say more as his shoulders were grabbed and he was pulled up close to Negan's face.

"I thought for sure it had to be a girl," Negan muttered as he studied him. "Dean's like his old man. A lady's man, I can tell. But I guess some of his mother must be in there to." He smiled then. A real smile, that stretched across his whole face. Kid gaped at the change it created in the fierce commanding man that had been there a moment before. It reminded him so much of Dean. "I'm a Grandpa!" Negan pulled Kid to his feet, wrapping an arm around him as he laughed. "You hear that?" he asked his Saviours. "This boy's like my Grandson."

"We heard boss," it was the demon who said it, though he didn't look too impressed. He scowled at Kid as Negan turned him around to take another look at him.

"Now this isn't something you learn every day. No wonder Dean didn't want to tell me. Probably embarrassed to tell his old man that he's adopted a stray. But I guess I don't blame him, it's a big deal." He smiled at Kid, who couldn't find any words to say back to him. "What's your name?"

"Negan." The change was instant, the shift so radical that it chilled Kid to see it. The shoulders stiffened, his hands tightened on Kid, and his face lost that genuine smile it had, twisting into a smirk.

"Rick, can't you see you're interrupting a reunion?"

"You got what you came for," Rick said, Kid glanced at him. He wasn't looking at Negan, his head turned to the ground, as he edged closer. "You can go now."

"Now who said you could tell me when my business here was finished?" Negan asked. He straightened, wrapping his large arm around Kid, seeming to engulf him.

"I was just -"

"You were nothing," Negan cut him off. He moved, pulling Kid with him up the porch of Rick's house and passed the man as though he wasn't there. "Get everything in the vans. I want to stay here a little longer." They walked into the house. Kid saw Carl was sat on the sofa, along with baby Judith. It was the first time he'd really seen the baby. She was small, wearing a dress, with light curls framing her chubby face. Kid wondered if he looked like that when he was a baby. Negan smiled at Carl and Judith as he pulled Kid into the room. "Isn't this a nice surprise, darling?" he spoke to Judith, who just stared at him. "I've found myself a grandson." Carl shot a look at Kid, who, still caught in Negan's grip, shook his head. "I'm surprised you didn't tell me," he shot a look at Carl, who swallowed.

"I forgot."

"Ah, it doesn't matter," Negan laughed, capping a hand on Kid's shoulder, making him stumble. "You mind scramming for a little while, while we have a little chat?"

"Sure," Carl said it quickly, picking up Judith and making a retreat. Negan pushed Kid onto the sofa, pulling the small coffee table that usual sat in the middle of the room to sit across from him. Kid's blind determination and anger faulted a little under the intense stare of Negan. But he hoped he managed to keep it off his face.

"So -"

"Where's Dean?" Kid blurted out. Negan shook his head and laughed.

"If you had opened with that instead of 'where is he?' this might have gone a little better."

"Answer my question."

"So, demanding," Negan said with a chuckle. "I see Dean hasn't taught you manners yet."

"He's taught me plenty," Kid scowled, but that just seemed to make Negan happier.

"I'm sure he has." Negan leaned back, as though thinking. "Dean's at the Sanctuary. It's the safest place for him."

"You took him away."

"Well he is my son."

"But he's my -!" Kid cut himself off. It was so easy to call Dean his dad in his head, but saying out loud, to a man that was Dean's father, well that was another thing.

"It's alright son," Negan said. "He's like your dad, right?" Kid hesitated but nodded his head. Negan smiled. "What's your name?"

"Kid."

"Kid?" the boy nodded as Negan wrinkled his nose. "Not very original."

"I like it."

"Then fine, though I think I would have preferred John."

"You're really Dean's dad?" Kid asked, unable to stop the question from coming out of him. Negan nodded, and Kid frowned. "He never mentioned you."

"Probably thought I was dead," Negan shrugged. "I hadn't seen him for a long time. Since he was a kid. Hell, I thought he was dead to. The end of the world sure does come with its own set of day time drama." Kid didn't really understand what Negan was on about, but he nodded all the same. They sat in silence a moment before Negan spoke again. "Were you with Dean before or after?"

"After."

"Tell me." Kid didn't want to. What happened between him and Dean was just that. Something that happened between him and Dean. No one else needed to know about it. But the look on Negan's face, the way he leaned forward, expectant that Kid would do as he was told. It shook Kid. Plus, he was still holding his baseball bat.

"You know what Dean is?" Kid asked first. Negan raised an eyebrow.

"Do you?" Kid hesitated, then lifted his sleeve to show his anti-possession tattoo. Negan peered at it, his brow furrowing.

"You do it?" Kid shook his head.

"Dean, when we were at Bobby's."

"You went to Bobby's?" Kid flinched a little at the hard tone. He nodded, and Negan just stared at him.

"Kid wanted to find him."

"Yeah, I bet," Negan muttered, but he quickly brought himself out of his thoughts along with that smile. "I know he's a hunter. It's ok to tell me." Kid swallowed one last time, but then he started to tell all. It was hard at first, he didn't tell Negan anything much about himself, starting when he had met Dean and their trip all the way to Alexandria. Negan said nothing as Kid told the story. Kid liked the silence, it made it easier to tell everything. From Finn and Darla, to Atlanta and Grady Memorial Hospital, then to Alexandria and everything that had happened since they had gotten here. He even talked about the pranks he pulled, which got Negan to laugh. He didn't know why, but the action made Kid feel more relaxed and brought up memories of him and Dean in the Impala. Would they ever get to do that again? Would he ever see the hunter again? When Kid got them up to date, Negan sat back and shook his head.

"Trust Dean to find a little hunter, even in all this. Must be in the blood."

"Is he ok?" Kid asked. Negan laughed.

"Of course. He's just getting used to things. In fact, he's probably having the time of his life right now."

"Can I see him?"

"No," Kid rocked back at the harsh tone. "Well not yet."

"But, I -"

"Boss," a call came from the front door.

"What?"

"We're ready."

"Good. Come on, Kid." Negan quickly grabbed Kid by the arm and pulled him outside. He saw Rick, along with Carl and Judith. Aaron and Eric were still there, as well as some of the other Alexandrian's. Negan smirked as he yanked Kid down the porch to stand like a king before his subjects. "Well, this has been fun." No one said anything, not that Negan seemed to care. "We'll have to do this again. Now," he pulled Kid around so that he was stood in front of him. "Whose been taking care of him?" The Alexandrian's shifted, but it was Eric that stepped forward.

"We have."

"Ah, my favourite gays," Negan called. He gestured for Eric to come closer. He hesitated and Kid kind of wished he would stay back, but they didn't have a choice in the matter. Aaron latched himself onto his partner and together they came up to Negan. Once they were close enough, Negan held out his hand to shake. Eric paused, but took it. "Thank you for taking care of him."

"I-it was our pleasure," Eric said softly.

"I hope he's been no trouble. From what he's told me he's quiet the little prankster."

"He's been fine, he misses Dean though. Maybe you could -"

"I'm afraid I'll have to keep them apart for now."

"Why?" Kid asked. Negan sighed, spinning him around and bending to his knees so that he was face to face with the boy.

"Dean needs some time to settle in. He's got a lot to deal with."

"What do you mean?"

"He'll get it soon. Then I'll bring you to the Sanctuary and you can stay with him. Won't that be great?" the uncompromising tone was enough to let Kid know to just nod his head. Negan clapped him on the shoulder and pulled him into a hug. "I'll come back and see you soon." He stood up and pushed him to Eric, who caught him. Negan moved on to say goodbye to Judith and Carl. It was all very strange, as though he wasn't threatening them and just taken everything they own. Kid could only watch as Negan finished his rounds, then got into a van and the Saviours left. The Alexandrian's just stood there, unable to do anything. Rick was the first to walk away, taking his daughter back inside his house. Carl stayed behind, his hat covering his face. Kid continued to watch where Negan had drove off. He wouldn't take him to Dean. He wasn't going to give Dean back.

"Kid?" Eric asked knocking him from his thoughts. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm going to the garage." Before they could stop him, Kid ripped himself free and ran back to Aaron and Eric's house. Once he was inside he was shocked to see how empty it was. The sofa, TV, even the rug was gone. He moved to the garage. The only thing that was left in there was the Impala. All the bits and pieces had been removed, gone with the Saviours. Kid clenched his fists, the anger coursing through him. On reflex he kicked the wall, the stinging now in his foot, giving him something to focus on. "Shit!"

"Yeah, it is." Kid whirled around to see Carl, stood in the door to the garage. Kid sniffed, wiping at the tears that were starting to prick at his eyes.

"What do you want?"

"Probably the same thing as you," Carl said, stepping into the garage, shutting the door. Once done he turned and pulled something from his pocket. "Here." Kid blinked. Carl was holding out his little silver knife. Kid hesitated but reached out to take it. Once he had his weapon back, he eyed Carl curiously.

"What are you thinking?"

"You want to get Dean back, right?"

"You don't think he's a Saviour?" Carl snorted.

"No."

"Why?"

"Does it matter?" Kid shrugged.

"I guess not."

"You want to get Dean back. I want to kill Negan." Kid said nothing. What could he say? Lots of people wanted to kill Negan. But he was Dean's dad.

"What's that got to do with -?"

"We can find the Sanctuary. We can storm it. You can rescue Dean and I'll take out Negan. If we work together, we'll both get what we want." Kid thought about it. It was a stupid plan. They didn't even know where the Sanctuary was, how could they storm it?

"You got a way to find it?"

"We'll figure it out."

"Why ask me?"

"Because you've got just as much to lose if Negan stays in charge as the rest of us. You think he's going to let you see Dean again?" Kid flinched at the question. From what he had seen of Negan, he probably wouldn't be seeing Dean for a long time. And why couldn't he see him? Knowing they were connected had stopped him from hurting him. So why couldn't he see Dean? What was he doing to him?

"He won't let me."

"Right. So, you got to rescue him. Together, we have a better chance." Carl held out his hand. Kid looked at it, then up into the one-eyed boy's face. It was set and serious. He wanted to do this. He wasn't afraid. Kid reached out and grasped it.

"Bring it on."

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