A/N: Thank you all for the continued support and reviews, the long awaited rebellion will occur in a few chapters (I won't keep you waiting for much longer) so thanks for those that have continued to leave reviews and support this story.

AquaDestinysEmbrace- Thanks for you review! And I'm glad you saved Sarah in your fic, we seem to both like Sarah.

NN009- I'm torn, it would either be world war 3 in an instant, or they would stare at each other in shock. A reunion like that would be a difficult (but exciting) thing to write.

Rebloxic- I don't really know how to respond to a "Y" unless you mean Why I brought Lilly back, or had Sarah nearly killed.

obsessed naruhina fangirl- Thanks for the continued support. I imagine Sarah was in shock, but having her call out Clem or Carlos' name would have been a nice touch. Either way I'm glad you're still enjoying the story! And discussion time... Which credit song do you think is the best? (E.g Take us back from Alela Diane, In The Pines by Janel Drewis as examples) personally I'd go for "In The Pines" but it's your decision.

Bubbles2k100- Thanks!

FunFX2012- Thanks for the review, I was actually considering killing off Sarah when I was writing that. (Mainly to see what would happen to Nick if she died) but I banished that thought almost instantly. Seeing as a lot of readers here like Sarah (me included and she's fun to write, However just because their popular doesn't mean their safe forever)

apathy- Although I disagree with you on Kenny (I like his character, but I do feel his introduction in Season 2 took away the focus from characters who could have been developed) Lilly will play a further part in this story.

Lockdown- Again thank you! I glad I keep managing to surprise you!

Eggomypeggo- Can you kill me after I finish the story? Then you can abuse the magic you gained in a sequel story. But how many characters are going to be left for you to abuse after I'm finished with them? (Gives evil laugh) anyway thanks for the review on the plot twists I'll try to keep the good work

swiftlavignee- Thanks! I like the fact you enjoy the story and as for the Lilly question... I don't think so. I think Telltale are done with Lilly (but you never know)

Emily Carver- Thanks for the review! (I know it's only half done, but I really don't mind) I liked how you pointed out this was a mix of episodes 3 and 4 because that's what I was aiming at (along with a sprinkling of 400 days characters) and there you have it.

and finally Maximo thank you for your review!

If anything defined the word "Risk" it was Jane and Luke did in the early hours of that morning.

Jane had long since found a loose plank in the barricade in front of the pen, that she had been keeping secret from the others, after her "business" with Troy she returned to the pen in a bad mood. But while Stephanie quickly returned to her bunk and slept in silence, Jane quietly tiptoed over to loose plank she had been inspecting for weeks and carefully removed it from where it stood.

This left a small gap in the barricade, one just about small enough for her to crawl through, aware of the many sleeping forms in the pen she quietly began to shake Luke when she reached his bunk, as his eyes slowly fluttered open.

"s'matter?" He grumbled stupidly. His eyes widened when he saw a stern faced Jane glaring at him

"Stay quiet and follow me" she hissed, turning on her heel and back towards the barricade, wiping his eyes Luke silently tried to muffle his heavy footsteps as he crept past the other sleeping pen dwellers and towards where Jane was slowly crawling through a loose gap in the barricade.

"Jane" he hissed confused. Hoping she wasn't planning, what he thought she was planning.

"Just get over here, I got something to show you" She whispered back, with a pronounced sigh, Luke looked back (everyone seemed asleep) with that in mind, he ducked down and managed to wriggle his way out of the pen. As he was larger than Jane this required more time and effort. But doing so he eventually reached the other side and brushed himself down as he stood up.

"Well? What do you want to show me?" he asked, when Jane didn't respond he muttered in a panic "Jane... were not leaving those guys behind..."

"I know that" she answered him firmly, looking back at the pen. "This isn't an escape Luke. There's no where to go out there, added to the fact we've almost taken this place over, it would be stupid to flee now" she told him as Luke looked at her curiously.

"Then why did you bring me out here?" he asked confused, as Jane looked up at him with a sly smile.

"Simple, we need some privacy"

Luke spoke up about his many doubts with this.

"It's not safe out here... walkers could catch us..."

"If not walkers... then the guards will catch us..."

"Jane... we can't, this is just stupid..."

Jane wouldn't have it. After Troy... she needed relief from someone she knew she had grown to love. Plus the risk of getting caught, only made it more exciting for her. She could tell Luke felt the same, as much as he tried to deny it with his babbled excuses, she knew he would give into her eventually.

And so he did.

They were quiet in their lovemaking, (so as not to wake the others up) after they finished, Luke used their crumpled jumpsuits as a sort of make shift blanket, his to cover their naked forms, and Jane's to sit on, so their backs didn't become engrained with sharp stones, they lay there in silence, both strangely giddy and smiling. The greenhouse was one thing... but out here. Well it was enthralling!

"Were such idiots" Luke finally mused, gazing at the starry sky. Never feeling so free or alive. For the first time in a long time, he was staring at the wide sky without the heavy black bars of the pen to obscure his vision.

"I know we are" Jane said, pushing herself, resting her head on his bare chest as she cuddled closer to him, as the cold night air made both them shiver slightly. But the closer they got too each other, the warmer it became.

"I've ain't felt this human in a long while" Luke softly crooned to her and Jane could understand what he was saying. For she too finally felt human. Not fucking a man she hated to gain extra supplies for the pen (or to get out of it) she wasn't covering herself in walker guts and silently walking amongst the stumbling corpses. She wasn't alone and thinking endlessly of Jamie and she wasn't having to constantly worry about finding herself food and drink.

No. Now she was relaxing. Doing something incredibly stupid and risky, but doing something human. Something she knew she needed and it seemed as though Luke needed as well.

"You know Luke... if things to go badly with this rebellion" Jane begun, as Luke started to stroke her short hair "Then we can always... just take off together. Flee through the hole in the barricade and just take off into the woods. Just you and me" Jane could see it now. Even if the rebellion went badly, she would not be alone again. She would have Luke with her, she would drag him if she had too.

Luke seemed to nod in agreement "Only if everything seems lost" he commented as Jane muttered "Yeah and if we can we'll take some the others with us" she told him.

"Clementine is my number one choice" Luke said instantly and with a firm voice "She's like the little sister I never had, and how old is she Jane? 11? She's 11 and she may as well lead this group. I'm telling you that little girl is special and I have no intention of leaving her to die" he argued as Jane sighed sadly.

"Yeah, Clem's special alright. I just wish Jamie was like her..." she trailed off and Luke could sense her sadness as he pulled her closer to him.

"Jamie's gone Jane. Stop blaming yourself, okay?" he reassured her, rubbing his hand over her back to comfort her.

"I love you Luke" she muttered to him. Not really knowing what propelled her to say such a thing. But all she knew is that with his kind eyes and nature... that it just needed to be said.

"Since when did the cold hearted, lone survivor, come out with stuff like that?" Luke chuckled lightly.

"Since I thought it, so shut up and don't tell anyone, or I'll cut your dick off pretty boy" Was Jane's response in a her (much more frequently used) harsh tone. Luke grinned at this.

"I love you too Jane"

They spent the rest of the night, gazing at star constellations in the sky. Only when the sun started to peer over the horizon did they have the sense to finally slap their jumpsuits back on and squeeze back through the hole in the barricade. Jane put it quietly back in place and they laid next to each other in their now shared bunk.

"GET UP! UP!" Troy roared a mere five minutes later, as the pen came to life, Luke and Jane could barely conceal their laughter, they had sex under everyone's noses.

It was stupid and risky, But also... human.

And it was the humanity they had, that Carver didn't, that would (In Jane's mind) be the reason they would triumph over Carver.

Sarah could only see blurs of dark green and blue above her as she slowly awoke. The last time she had been awake, she remembered sobbing on the floor, after being shot. She tried to scream for her father, or Clementine... but she only remembered coughing up blood, as somebody lifted her from the ground, before everything went black...

She blinked rapidly to find that her vision was still blurry, she realised her glasses weren't in front of her eyes. Rubbing her head she tried to rise, only to fall back down to the ground again. Her torso throbbing with a violent pain, that made her grit her teeth and make her eyes water...

"f...F..." She stuttered, trying hard not to use the dreaded "F word" that her father had warned her about (and that Nick used so frequently) Even in this state she retained her innocent state of manners, as she seethed on the "F" but did not get to the "Uck". Eventually she settled on "Damn, this hurts" in a softer tone. Wiping strands of her damp hair from her face, she leaned upwards (albeit more slowly)

Her torso still ached, but she found the pain bearable rather than making, rapid, sudden movements. She noticed she was laying on the forest floor and she recognised Nick's thick coat draped over her form, pushing it too the side she lifted her hoodie to inspect the damage.

She could only see a mass of bandages over her torso, there was no gore she could see that would make squirm. Satisfied that the wound was taken care of, she leant up to see Nick directly to her left. Leaning against an weathered tree, his token red cap was missing from his head, leaving his wavy black hair (minus his mullet) exposed to the elements. He was caked in dried blood, which Sarah quickly realised must have been her own, as Nick's chest rose and fell. He was still breathing, she also noticed how much he was shivering in his thin black t-shirt.

As she observed him, he seemed aware of some movements as his head poked upwards and his eyes snapped open. He was still wary of those damn bandits, yet he was relieved to find Sarah awake in front of him.

"Oh... you're awake... that's good" Nick drawled in his deep southern accent. Sarah noted he sounded very different when angry or agitated. She liked him best when he was like this, this tone soothed her ears.

"Yeah... what happened Nick?" She asked, as he recalled the details of the previous night.

"Well, you got shot and... I had to carry you away from the cabin. I stopped here and patched you up and... none of the bandits found us. So... with all that in mind I reckon were still ready to move" Nick commented (avoiding the details on how she had nearly died, no doubt that would freak her out) as he rose from where he sat slumped. As he did Sarah handed him his thick coat.

"Thanks" he muttered to her, wrapping the thing around himself.

"You looked cold" she uttered, as she slowly rose to her feet as well, as Nick handed her glasses back to her. Planting them on the bridge of her nose, everything seemed to sharpen, and her blurry vision cleared as she smiled.

"Can you walk?" Nick inquired as Sarah took a few steps forwards. She took three steps before, she gasped and bent over. Her torso seemingly burning.

"It... just hurts a little" she gasped. Trying hard to be tough, but Nick could instantly see past the lie. Without another word he swept her off her feet and carried her in his arms.

"Hold this, I can't carry both" he instructed, dropping the bag of meds on Sarah's lap, as she looked up at him.

"I'm heavy and this bag is heavy. I can handle it" she whined to him.

"No, you're hurt pretty bad Sarah. I don't want you re-opening your wound, it could be dangerous if that happens" Nick told her gently, as he tried to move forward in quick, long, strides. Sarah seemed comfortable in his arms, as the skinny teen began to dig out some books she could read from the bag of meds. She had to do this to pass the time, as Nick moved forwards in silence.

"Can we have breakfast soon?" she asked after a while, as the morning sun was only slowly rising into the sky.

"We'll stop take some short and quick breaks. I wanna reach the hardware store by nightfall" he said sternly. Because they were nearly out of food and drink and despite the maniac that Carver was, he knew that Sarah was going to need further medical attention if her wound was going to be properly treated. Out here, there was the risks of more crazy ass bandits. A risk of her re-opening the wound...

The sooner they got back. The better. They had ventured into dangerous lands, retrieved their treasures (the photos from the cabin) and were now more than happy to get back to pen, with a lot of stories to tell. As Nick moved on through the trees, he followed the faint flow of the river in the distance and knew he was going the right way.

"Just keep moving" he urged himself, his deep blue eyes locked on the never ending pine forest in front of him.

As he walked on, Sarah innocently asked "Nick... where's your cap?"

Nick flinched, only then (for some reason) realising that his cap was absent from his head. He sighed sadly "I must of lost it back at the cabin..."

"I'm sorry, it's my fault..." Sarah began.

"Don't blame yourself, it was just a stupid cap and I moved my photos anyway" Nick reassured her, admittedly he had been with that cap a long while. But at the end of the day it was just a piece of stupid clothing, he would happily lose it to save Sarah and get back to Luke and the others. Yet he still felt a pang of sadness at the loss of his dumb red cap, with that halo logo on it...

They trekked on, Nick still wary of the bandits behind them. Literally they weren't out of the woods yet and Nick was anxious to advance, despite his arms feeling like dumbbells after 15 minutes of holding onto Sarah (with the weight of the bin bag added on) he continued to advance, willing to fight the lactic acid building in his arms, if it meant he could get Sarah safely back to Howard's Hardware.

He had promised Carlos this after all and after everything they had been through, he was now more determined then ever to get back.

Sarah head was lost in a heavy book, she seemed engrossed in the thing. This trigged Nick to ask "What ya readin'?"

Sarah looked up at him and smiled, "It's that star sign book I was telling about you before. It has all our strength and weakness in it, in birth dates as well. According to this, people born on March 12th's favourite colour is either blue or brown. But's that's wrong, as my favourite colour is yellow..."

"You're birthday is March 12th?" Nick asked, cutting through her excited babble.

"Yeah, when's your's?" she asked back.

"February 27th"

Sarah flicked the pages (no doubt to February 27th) after a few minutes of close reading, she asked...

"Is your favourite colour blue?"

"Yes" Nick answered

"Is your favourite number... number 5?"

"No, it's 2" Nick said off the top of his head.

"Well, apparently five is your lucky number" Sarah informed him. Nick strongly had to hold his tongue about calling the mystical decorated book "A pile of made up bullshit" instead he sighed and muttered "You know I wish that book could tell us who Lee was"

Sarah blinked in confusion, before repeating the name uncertainly "Lee?"

"Yeah, when that woman was going on about a guy named Lee yesterday. I can't help but feel as if I heard that name before" he said, scratching the back of his head, before he realized that his bushy mullet was absent, so he scratched away at his bare skin, as Sarah's eyes lit up.

"Hey! I remember a Lee!" she exclaimed.

"Really?" Nick dared to ask, as Sarah nodded vigorously.

"Clementine was telling me about him. He was the guy who looked after her and helped her too survive. He showed me a picture of him too, he was a black man with a beard... and apparently he was a convicted murder! But, really he was a good man" Sarah told Nick, as this information washed over him, before the answer slapped him in the face.

"CLEMENTINE!" He yelped suddenly, nearly giving Sarah a heart attack.

"I knew I heard Lee's name before. Clem was telling me about him on the night everyone was having a go at me. She said Lee died because of her and that she regretted it everyday... so this woman... Lilly..."

"Must have part of Clementine's old group!" Sarah shouted as she gasped, as more memories hit her.

"Oh yeah, Clementine was also telling me about what happened to her past group and she mentioned a woman called Lilly, who murdered a woman called Carley! They let the woman stay with them, but then she stole their RV!" Sarah concluded dramatically as the truth dawned on Nick.

"This woman's dangerous Sarah! The little girl she was on about finding! She was talking about Clementine! We have to tell the others, the minute we get back!" He shouted.

"Yeah" Sarah agreed, as Nick sped forward. Now with another reason (and more determination) to reach the hardware store by nightfall.

They didn't realize, that mere feet away, Lilly and her 6 companions had overheard every word they said. Steve looked over at Lilly who was crying happy tears as she gazed at the drawing once again.

"So... were not gonna kill those two then?" one of the men asked, their pistols still trained on where they closely trailed Nick, who was still carrying Sarah.

Lilly shook her head with force, "If you shoot them and kill them. I'll shoot you where you fucking stand" she threatened. Her tone deadly serious as she crept forward after these odd duo.

"Lilly... I can't believe your crazy hunch was right" Steve told her amazed. Lilly didn't reply, she was a woman on a mission and hearing all that, had made her the happiest she had been in a long time. They had long since confirmed the news that Lilly had suspected.

Clementine was alive.

And now, she was going to follow this duo, back to where Clementine was located.

Rebecca sadly watched her friends slave away on that damn trench outside, she was spying on them from the roof, as William Carver stood there next to her. With his steel like arm uncomfortably draped across her aching shoulders.

"Don't feel bad for them Becca baby. They deserve it" Carver softly crooned to her.

"I know they do Bill. But... can't you just get them to work in the store. I hate them, but I don't want them dead" She pleaded of him, as he observed her closely.

"I'm already getting a few of them back to their odd jobs. They've seemed quiet in the past couple of days. Maybe they'll finally see some fucking sense" he spat to the cold morning air, as Rebecca had to nod in agreement (it felt like she was moving a rusty piece of machinery, by nodding her head to him).

"I hope so" she agreed.

"Yeah, and Becca honey" he said turning to her, and caressing her face, as Rebecca gazed coldly back at him "Tonight... I was thinking... maybe we could rekindle our old spark" he suggested with raised eyebrows.

"Stop tiptoeing around it Bill, I'd love to get down and dirty with you again" This was officially the biggest lie that Rebecca had ever told, so how she did it while gazing into his green orbs, without flinching, she didn't know. Yet she had to add (so not appear to suspicious) "As long as you don't have a duty to do tonight, I reckon we could..." she trailed off, forcing the ends of her lips to twitch upwards as Carver smiled back at her.

"I'm free all night, tonight baby" he whispered into her ear, as she pretended to giggle. Before Carver kissed her full on the mouth. When they broke apart, he grinned and muttered "I got business now though, I'll see you later Rebecca" he walked off towards the door leading back down to the store.

"I'll see you later Bill" she responded with feigned warmth. He beamed back at her, and left her to her business on the roof. The minute he was out of sight, she actually felt herself breathe in relief.

"Rebel soon" she begged of the distant silhouettes, who were hacking away at the earth.

She heard the door reopen behind her, she didn't turn to face whoever was there. Assuming they would simply go into the greenhouse, instead she gazed at the thousands of pine trees ahead of her. and the hills that rolled into oblivion, the blue sky was barely visible today, as puffy white and greying clouds had begun to drift over the hardware store.

Looked like a storm was on the way.

"So... did you enjoy tricking Bill?"

A question, openly hostile shot at Rebecca with a snake's venom, she whipped around to find Tavia, glaring at her.

"I ain't tricking him" she responded defensively.

"We both know that's bullshit. What are you planning with your pen buddies?" Tavia shot at her, once again as Rebecca shook her head.

"You're delusional Tavia, what are you... jealous?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Excuse me!" Tavia shouted, rage etched all over her face.

"Bill was using you for a spare fuck, honey. Know I'm back on the block, he wouldn't touch the fat, ugly, miserable cow that is you"

Tavia's eyes nearly popped out of her head, Rebecca couldn't help but feel satisfied at this, as Tavia began to approach her, with dangerous stomps.

"I could push you. I could push you over the edge of this roof and shut the hell up" Tavia hissed.

"But you won't, because Bill will kill you then" Rebecca informed her, yet she nervously glanced at the 12 hung walkers, who were still struggling at the end of their nooses. The rope now digging inches into the frail necks...

"You're not too gorgeous either honey. You're just knocked up slut. Bill will see you for what you really are, because I know you're planning something" she growled, leaning into Rebecca's face and staring her down, Rebecca store back as Tavia's rage grew...

"Fuckin' bitch" Tavia finally spat, as she slapped Rebecca hard across the face. Rebecca stumbled slightly as she held the red mark on her face. She glared up, at Tavia with black beads, of hate fuelled silts, as eyes.

"You'll be dead soon, trust me" Tavia told her, before walking off back towards the door. If this was meant to be a threat to intimidate Rebecca, it had failed miserably.

"You better watch your fucking ass, if you know what's good for you" she threatened Tavia back. Who didn't reply, but simply walked back down the hardware store. Still smug in her skin...

Rebecca turned back to the storm brewing in the sky, in the same way a storm was brewing in this community.

Troy led Stephanie into the room where she would be expected to gather more salvage.

He closed the door and left Stephanie alone in the darkness, she realized that this was her chance. Her chance to do this. She trembled from head to foot, as she tried to find the heaviest piece of metal she could, amongst the pile.

She kept willing herself to do this.

Knowing that if she did. The community would be on their side, fully.

and that the rebellion would begin... tonight.