Sorry my updates haven't been as often. I've been getting ready for hunting season here and getting my rifles sighted in. Not really been home a lot and had the time to write like I want too.

Striding back into the court-yard they were met with the other group waiting on them. Daryl could feel Mac's anger like a tidal wave with each step they took and it was getting hard to keep his own anger from taking over. He could see Rick tensing ahead of them like he could sense their tension with things going on. He'd be a smart man to try to get this shit over soon.

"Those don't look like all our guns."

Rick shifted tossing the bag between the two groups, "Give us Andrea."

Shaking his head, "See you don't get to make that call. No guns - No woman."

Mac snarled stepping forward Daryl shadowing him catching the attention of the men. Rick shot a panicked look towards Daryl but Mac was moving quicker than him. He grabbed the boy up dragging his smaller frame back against his back harshly and Daryl watched Mac knowing exactly what was happening. He stepped up next to his brother not trying to control him.

Mac's colt was shoved under the boys shin forcing his mouth shut as he called out to the man G in front of him. G's eyes were on Mac wide as he leveled them all with storm filled glare.

"I'll give you five minutes to get her before your cleaning this bastard up." Mac snarled loud enough that it echoed.

G moved forward and Daryl shifted his sights to him causing his step to falter. Rick moved up suddenly standing on the other side of Mac. Daryl met his eyes and Rick nodded at him as Glenn swept around to the other side.

"Your time is winding down motherfucker!" Mac barked.

G shifted his eyes up and Daryl heard the hammer pull back the second Andrea was walked to the edge of the group her throat being held by another man. He was leering at her and G turned just enough to look her over and he felt Mac's anger head into dangerous territory.

"See I was thinkin' we could keep her for my men." G smiled.

Mac brought his arm up around the boys throat and started bearing down on him lifting his feet from the ground with ease since the height difference was there as well. G's eyes focused on the pair of them and he jerked Andrea around in front of him "Get the guns and bring them to me."

Andrea kept her eyes on Mac the entire time and he nodded at her causing her to walk forward. Grabbing up the guns she looked at Daryl briefly and he watched her eyes as she silently questioned him. He kept his face blank as she turned back to the garage.

"Help!"

All the men in the garage turned at once seeing a little old woman coming through. "Get her out of here."

Mac let his arm relax just slightly enough to allow to boy a breath. Rick stepped forward to where the guns had been, "What is this?" His voice was hard, "We came here full intent on killin' you all if you didn't give her back to us."

G looked at them then to Mac and let out a breath, "We've been attacked by other groups who want our stuff, we didn't know about you all. About those two." He jerked his head to Mac and Daryl who were both still tense.

"I'm sure you've got a couple like them in your group." Rick reasoned.

Nodding his head he looked to Rick and started moving back through the building. Glenn and T-dog followed closely behind as Mac shoved the boy away from him. Andrea was standing off looking towards them both but Mac's anger hadn't receded in the slightest. She raised her eyebrow at Daryl and looked at Mac before her eyes went back to him. Daryl looked at him and then nodded his head just slightly before she moved towards them.

"Mac." Daryl's voice was low as they walked through the garage.

"What brother?" The steel in his voice was molten.

Andrea appeared next to him and he seen the tension start to ebb from his brother's body just enough that Daryl wasn't assaulted with it. Mac didn't look at her or say anything for so long Daryl was starting to think that he was going to snap and start killing people anyways. His eyes shifted to her and ran over body before going back ahead.

Daryl and Mac both stepped just through the door into the room the rest of their group was in and leaned back against the wall. Andrea moved over slightly and started petting two small dogs. Mac shook his head and sneered looking away when he seen his knife tucked into a make-do sheath.

Daryl held back his comments knowing his brother was fighting against feeling anything for the girl. Mac didn't make attachments to people let alone women. There had never been a woman who could get close enough to even attempt to think about tying him down. Not that he could say anything himself he didn't let people close but he had his reasons. Mac only ever women close enough to him though to get in their pants and walk away.

Mac looked at him and Daryl felt his annoyance kicking up. "You gonna direct your fuckin' anger at me over some shit I already know...stow that shit." Daryl warned.

Mac growled his elbow connecting with his twins ribs and Daryl turned looking at him but Mac met his eyes head on. "I blame you."

Daryl snorted, "Blame me cause a piece of pussy you aint even had got to you?"

Mac shoved off the wall and moved back outside leaving Daryl standing alone. Andrea looked over her shoulder at him her eyes following Mac. "Leave him alone for now." Daryl's voice was low.

She looked up at him and the walked over, "Is he mad at me?"

Daryl huffed and let his head drop back against the wall, "Not at you."

Andrea's pale green eyes drilled holes in him but he waved her off. His mind started racing with the thoughts that Merle was still out there hurt. He felt like he was going to be sick and shoved off the wall moving outside for the fresh air. He passed Rick and seen them wrapping their shit up. Stepping outside he noticed Mac right away. He'd hopped up on a broke wall and was dangling from it just enough and barely setting.

Daryl walked over and pulled himself up next to him waiting on Rick.

"He's alive." Mac spoke.

Daryl licked his lips, "Toughest son of a bitch I've ever seen."

"Dumbest too." Mac spit out. "He knew we would come for him why the fuck not wait."

Daryl felt the sweat sliding down his throat and coating every inch of skin. "Had to get out of the heat if I had to guess. Motherfuckers probably didn't leave him water or nothing. Fuckin' sun stroke if he didn't get the fuck out of there."

Mac snarled, "I'm gonna kill these fucks."

Daryl shifted his and Mac's sides flush together and he felt Mac calm. "We find him and don't give up till we do."

"He'd search for us." his voice was a rough sigh.

Rick stepped out followed by T-dog, Glenn, and Andrea while the men from the garage kept talking to them. Daryl followed Mac's gaze and smirked seeing him looking her over.

"You gonna ask her if she is alright? I mean you bout killed a kid over her not an hour ago." Daryl challenged.

Mac's gaze swept to him, "Don't need attachments we got shit to do brother. You know what the deal was we were only gonna be with the group long enough to figure out where we were going. With Merle gone we gotta find his dumbass before he gets killed."

Daryl nodded chewing his lip, "I know."

"We'll start planning that shit out, I think he'd go somewhere familiar. Somewhere we'd know to look." Mac spoke jumping from the wall. Daryl could feel his brother's adrenaline making his own kick up. Mac turned looking up at him, "It'll be a fuckin' adventure."

Daryl jumped down coming to land right in front of Mac, "Yeah a fuckin' adventure."

They made quick time back to the rail yard and Mac busted out laughing seeing the van gone. Rick looked at him like he had three heads but Daryl couldn't help but to smirk. The brother's eyed to ground around where the vehicle had been parked and Daryl slapped Mac's thigh from his kneeling position getting the mans attention.

Dropping down next to him Mac grinned, "Fucker is still alive."

"He's gonna be bringing some serious vengeance back to the group." Daryl warned.

Mac and Daryl were in the lead of the group their strides even and fast. Both of them wanting to get back to their brother and get the fuck out before either Mac or Merle killed someone. Daryl's mind was racing trying to think of possible things Merle was doing at the camp. He was getting anxious the darker the sky got and they picked their pace up.

Andrea huffed behind them, "You know not everyone is use to marathoning a distance like this."

Mac turned around walking backwards never missing a beat. "Aint my fault you can't keep up." her face reddened at his suggestive tone.

Mac turned around shooting Daryl a triumphant smile but it died on his face when they heard the screams of the group. Both brothers broke out into a full on run racing through the woods instead of taking the road. They left the rest of the group in the dust as they burst through the trees. Daryl swept the area quickly and growled feeling his anger return.