"I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything.
Maybe we're from the same star."
Emery Allen

...

Negan was surprised to glance at his extravagant gate as it creaked open with out his verbal ok to do so. His gate keeper was confused whether or not to bow at who was intruding on his master.

Pastor Gabriel glanced at who occupied a throne made of liquid gold.

"Hooooly crap! You are creepy as sh*t, sneaking up on me, wearin' that collar with that freaky-ass smile."

Pastor Gabrielle quickly spread out a white rug over the threshold, without a word or response he stepped aside.

"Enough, Abaddon!" Mabel walked into the middle of the circle where Negan stood on the outer realm watching with amusement no longer adding his seasoning to the stew. Mabel dismissed all that were present. The séance that was going on in the earthly realm experienced a severe disturbance that caused Deanna's chair to flip her out and against the wall. The table shook. Carl, Andre, and Sophia stood and rushed over to Deanna who's last word before losing consciousness, "Grace is at the gates of hell."

"Lebam. Mabel, who in hell summoned you? Certainly no one above knows you have your hands in this pot. Didn't know my insignificant recipe would or could entice you-" Negan wore the most wicked smile that was similar to a grimace.

"Enough Abaddon! I am the author of Peace even through your chaos. My reach goes even in your domain when it is found. I speak again my command to you, Actum. Satis. Enough."

Negan smile did not falter as his eyebrow arched at this new, most interesting dynamic. Mabel in his yard trying to assert authority. Limited though it may be. Authority nonetheless.

"Ego sum a diabolo." Negan switched from the language he spoke to Latin and English, creating confusion, "Here, Ego sum, ego sum diaboli mors. Here."

"I am, I. Enough. Off your knees, Richard. Michonne is not here. Open your eyes and live." Mabel commanded. "Help him up Gabriel."

"No!" Negan spoke, but it didn't stop father Gabriel. "I want to understand this. I want to understand how does he keep asking for her. Why does he ask for her and not his life? Not call, God. Just Michonne. He lives for her. I want to understand it. I took her out the loop and he still senses her. Who is she. Who is this Michonne who won't tell me who she is even when I tell her who I am? She surely goes by another name?"

"Michonne represents something that can't be contained even here. This man finds peace even here in hell with her. Still they found it. Peace is that very simple authority that gives temporary shield to assert myself in front of you right here and now. If Michonne knew her authority she could have you kneeling."

"Is that so?" Negan's interest was heightened by this reveal as he tried to gauge what hierarchy Michonne reigned and why she was possibly caste out of heaven to entice one man to follow her even in the darkness with no promise of the light. What fuckery was this? What was the father up to? Even with Mabel at his door and the untrusting Father Gabriel assisting, Negan watched as his minions faltered whether or not to bow a their presence. With a smile Negan stepped back in to the darkness his claws scratching at the limitations being placed on Rick's mind regarding the events that just happened. New events will bring Rick and Michonne back to him. Rick will call him and recognize him as the true Savior and Michonne will follow.

...

Father tell me, we get what we deserve
Oh we get what we deserve

And way down we go
Way down we go
Say way down we go
Way down we go

You let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all oh, go down
Yeah but for the fall oh, my
Do you dare to look him right in the eyes?

'Cause they will run you down, down til the dark
Yes and they will run you down, down til you fall
And they will run you down, down til you go
Yeah so you can't crawl no more

Kaleo

...

"Wake up Rick."

"What? What?"

Daryl laughed a hearty laugh.

"What the fuck you give me? Shit." Rick found himself in Daryl's Ford Mustang.

"Courtesy of Meryl. Major head trip. You were high as shit."

"Fuck. I can't be doing shit like this, like that. I have random drug testing."

"You have been suspended indefinitely you fool." Daryl laughed.

"What?" Every memory came flooding back to Rick. He fought Shane over Lori. Lori was having an affair with his best friend. Rick considered it an affair even though they were separated for six months when the shit started between Shane and Lori.

An unhappy Lori was going to be the death of him.

Rick couldn't figure Lori out. Why she didn't want to be with him anymore and then she changes her mind and want to be with him for a few hours, not realizing at the time her and Shane had a disagreement. It was already effecting his career in the sheriffs office. Herschel warned him to get a grip. To get a grip or he could never come back to the department in any capacity. He was losing his wife and no matter how he fought or who he fought it was a losing battle. Accepting the demise of his marriage was something he couldn't bare.

The sun was beaming through the windshield. Rick pulled the lever to sit up straight in the passenger seat. Eighty, Ninety miles an hour. The road to no where in particular was being burned by rubber.

Daryl turned the music down farther, "You going to be okay over there?" Speed ninety, climbing a hundred miles an hour, more. Faster.

"Where we going?" Rick asked.

"You really don't remember shit? Glad to get you while you were high. Any other time you would be locked up in the bedroom. Time you got air on your skin. Sun helps with depression. You got to get out and live. You are alive. You ain't dead. Til the casket drop, you haven't hit rock bottom."

"What?" The words resonated with him and he did not know why. He felt something that he couldn't put words to and it didn't make sense. He had to still be experiencing the after effects of whatever drug that was laced in the marijuana he smoke the night before.

"Something my Pops would say to my mama Pattibelle. He use to say a lot of other shit that kept her either mad or in tears."

...

"What the hell, Sasha?"

"Oh. My. God!" Sasha exclaimed just as frantic as Michonne.

"All our shit?"

"Asshole!" Sasha kicked up the gravel as she watched the disappearing car.

Michonne and Sasha stood there as Tyrese, a virtual stranger drove off with their duffle bags in the back seat along with Michonne's purse and phone.

"Is he coming back, Sasha?" Michonne was desperate for answers to this un-factored dilemma.

"I don't know..." Sasha answered honestly.

"What do you mean you don't know? Does your boyfriend have the propensity to just leave and not come back? Will he come back?"

"He ain't my boyfriend. He is a guy I met on Tindr. We've been talking for a while but he is not my boyfriend."

Michonne was at a loss for words. She couldn't believe that she allowed herself to be in another situation with Sasha. Michonne couldn't fathom which was worst, almost drowning fooling with Sasha in Atlantic City or being stranded with no financial means because of fooling around with Sasha.

The goal was to get out of a very poor tiny town called Millen with a population of less than 3500 to King's County where the population was 40,000 and then eventually get to Atlanta. That was the plan. Stranded at a gas station in a town with just 50 people wasn't factored.

...

Daryl slipped on a faded t-shirt with the emblem 'Born in America' and a very worn pair of Levi jeans. He tapped on the door of his officially separated friend, Rick Grimes.

Rick had been suspended from the sheriffs office for fighting his co-worker who was also his best friend Shane. The rumors about Rick's wife and the baby she was carrying was almost too much for Rick. Daryl took him in, where they shared a three bedroom trailer. Daryl kept a good supply of beer and privacy as he allowed Rick to wallow in his own sorrows.

Daryl spent long hours working in the repair shop and when he did come home he was either texting until he fell asleep then he would wake up repeat the routine, the idea of Rick being there was a welcome change to the monotony of life.

"Open." Rick yelled from the other side of the closed door. He was finding it difficult to stay lucid. He was losing grip on a reality and his chest heaved as he felt a great loss, equivalent to losing a loved one.

"Hey man. I was wondering if you wanted to go for a little ride with me. Get some fresh air."

"I don't feel like riding my bike." Rick was an owner of an old Harley Davidson and a beat up pickup truck.

"Ain't talking about that type of riding out. I got the Mustang fixed. Wanted to know if you wanted to go with me to take it out on the road. I was going to go close to Millen and back."

"That is a hundred and some miles from here."

"I know." Daryl admitted. When he didn't get a response he asked, "Why you looking like that? You still buzzed off that shit I gave you last night?" Daryl was trying to not appear anxious but he was failing at his attempt to want to hurry the show on the road. He was on a time line. He had somewhere to be and he didn't want to go it alone.

"Did something happen? Was something in that stuff we smoked?"

"You still high." Daryl laughed. "You coming with me or not?"

"Nah. I'm not."

"So you plan to sit in this room for another three weeks straight? People out living. Lori ain't stopped."

Daryl was trying to get Rick riled up to move. He knew the mention of Lori would do just that but it also could backfire and keep him firmly planted in the room. Daryl took his chance.

Rick agreed to ride with Daryl. By the time they made it to the highway, Rick was passed out in the passenger seat as he drove.

...

"I have someone that is coming to get us. He will be here in 30 minutes or less." Sasha found a solution to their situation.

"Who?" Michonne asked.

"My real boyfriend." Sasha declared.

"How is this person any different than the one that just fucking left us?"

"I need him. If he comes when I need him-he's my boyfriend."

"How old are you Sasha?"

"Younger than you by two years. What's your excuse?"

Michonne rolled her eyes. The gas station door creaked open and the owner who had to be ninety years old came out and offered them both a soda, a treat on him since they were waiting a couple of hours for transportation that according to Sasha would be arriving soon.

The time was of no importance to Michonne. Sasha was her only relative. Only living relative. They only had each other and it has always been that way since she could remember. Cousins, even though they act like sisters, separating was not an option.

"Is this your transportation pulling up?" The store owner who talked non stop about the late 1930s and how life was very simple in the 1940s, asked.

Sasha stood from the old rocking chair and Michonne watched the smile grow and the look of uncertainty replaced with happiness on her cousin's face.

Michonne sat puzzled. Unmoving. An old Ford Mustang with two white men in the front. Their faces were unrecognizable because Michonne personally did not, would not know any man or men that look like them. In her mind they could be rapist or serial killers. Sasha was different. She never met a stranger.

Michonne heart raced, "You know them, Sasha?"

"I know the driver. He looks just like his pictures he has on Tindr." Sasha walked over to the driver side of the Mustang and the guy got out. Sasha was shyly smiling and so was he. Michonne couldn't move. Wouldn't move.

Blue eyes locked with hers. The stranger took her in and kept her hostage with his eyes. He stood there frozen. Michonne was frozen in place as she stood from the rocker. She couldn't look away as he stood outside the car facing her like he was. Time stood still. Her heart stopped for a moment and then began to race and pound in her chest. She couldn't breathe nor look away from this man who wouldn't look away. He wouldn't look away.

The store owner asked, "You okay dear?"

Michonne responded honestly, "No."

A/N:

Yeah, this story is crazy as all hell.

Ego sum, ego sum diaboli mors= I am God, I am the Devil, I am death. (If anyone knows for sure and cringe at this, my apologies to the scholars) I will make corrections if anyone happens to know for sure. I took latin years and years ago.

Actum =Done

satis= enough