Triggerfinger
"I'm coming too," Felicia told Shane. It wasn't a request, but a statement. "If you're going after Lori, you're not going alone."
"You're not coming," Shane responded, not looking at her as he gathered his things and headed for his car.
He pulled open the car door but Felicia slammed it shut again. "Yes, I am."
"You're just gonna slow me down. I need to find Lori."
"I'll only slow you down more if you try to keep me here," Felicia retorted. "Now let me in the damn car. Teeth, shoo." She gestured at the dog, who looked at her skeptically before wandering off.
Shane looked ready to argue some more, but seemed to change his mind. He tilted his head at the passenger's seat, invitation enough for Felicia, who climbed in without a second thought. She wasn't about to let him go out on his own. And something made her want to see the dynamics between him and Lori.
They stopped briefly at the wreckage of her car before continuing, soon encountering Lori. Shane immediately stopped the car and got out, Felicia following. Shane set about trying to coax Lori into coming back with them as he examined her for injuries. Felicia stood back, not wanting to get in the way, but met Shane's steely gaze for a moment after he lied to Lori that the others were safe. Not wanting to complicate things further, she didn't bother to correct him, knowing that this would be the only way to get the disgruntled wife to return to the farm.
Felicia was planning on the back seat until Lori sprawled out there, looking dazed and traumatized but otherwise all right. She settled for the passenger's seat, getting in beside Shane and saying nothing as they headed back in the direction of the farm.
After getting back to the farmhouse, at which time the truth about Rick- and the baby- came out, Felicia found herself sitting uncomfortably in the living room while Lori and Carl discussed her pregnancy. Eventually the others took the hint and left the room, Felicia only reluctantly backing out to leave Shane to talk with Lori. She was unable to resist the temptation to listen in on them, especially now that she knew the true nature of their relationship, and ducked behind the doorway to eavesdrop. What she heard was disappointing but unsurprising. As the conversation continued, with increasing intensity, she kept wanting to leave, to get out of earshot before she heard anything else, but she felt rooted to the spot. Had she been misinterpreting this entire thing? No, she refused to believe that. But she hadn't been prepared to hear such earnestness from Shane. One thing was clear to her, however: she wasn't about to be a consolation prize. Regardless of whether he reciprocated her feelings, regardless of whether this was the apocalypse, she wasn't playing second best to Lori.
Setting her jaw, Felicia prepared to walk away when Shane emerged all of a sudden, looking flustered and upset. For the second time he had run into her outside a door, nearly killing her in the process. She took a step back, startled, and for a moment the two just looked at each other.
Shane swallowed hard. "Did you…?"
Felicia nodded. She had heard. Feeling her throat thicken, she said softly, "I get it."
Shane made a move towards her, looking unsure of himself, but she flinched away. "Please," she said. "Please don't."
Shane clenched his hands into fists at his sides, tearing his eyes from hers, which was a good thing, as this was the only thing that kept her from completely losing it. Turning brusquely away from him, Felicia walked out of the room and out of the house, the night air feeling good against her hot skin. No longer afraid of being seen, she let the tears roll down her face. She wasn't bawling, but she was upset. And the quiet homestead was the only one she could share it with.
Ingrid was in the middle of concocting something nasty in a skillet for breakfast, with T-Dog looking at her disgustedly. The horrific nature of her cooking experiment was due in part to the hodgepodge of ingredients she had thrown in (canned cranberries, eggs, roast beef, and vodka, to name a few), as well as that she kept stealing glances at Daryl. She was hoping he would say something to her just so that she could make some snappy retort, but he was stubborn. If she wanted interaction, she'd have to initiate it, and she wasn't exactly looking forward to that conversation.
That was when the others returned, bringing with them a new face, and the possibility of new danger.