I haven't been updating a lot for a few reasons. One being that I have been horribly sick. I've been to the hospital twice and I'm hoping to avoid a third trip. Next being I've basically been comatose here lately from all my medicine. When I am awake it's when my fiance is home so I don't get a chance to write then. I've been working on this chapter for what has felt like a week now. Hopefully I kick what is going on with me soon and things get better. Till then here is a chapter.

Mac watched Brian as he argued with Sophia no doubt. As much as the two of them fought they also were becoming close. Brian was protective of her and he'd even seen him threaten that boy Noah over the girl. Shifting he thought maybe he should say something about it but then decided to just see what happened.

Brian looked over at him as Sophia twisted the knife that Mac had given him in her hand. She was asking him questions that much was obvious Mac just couldn't hear them. Arching a brow at his son and he returned the gesture. Sophia's head turned to him and she smiled at him her eyes glinting like the knife. Yeah those two were up to something that was for sure. What could he say though when he was dragging his brother out for less than legal reasons. Legal? Who the fuck was he kidding the world died and so did the laws.

Hannah appeared in front of him, "Sophia are you staying here tonight or were you waiting on Daryl?"

Sophia shrugged her shoulders as she yawned handing the knife over to Brian. She stood but Mac interrupted her, "Daryl is with me on watch tonight."

All eyes turned to him just as Daryl stepped into the house. Hannah looked right at him seconds before she looked over at Daryl. He already knew she didn't believe him but she was smart of not to question him. It wasn't in his mood to answer anyways. Shooting Daryl a look as Hannah and Sophia walked over to him Daryl smirked - the gesture only lasting seconds.

"What part are you all watching?" Hannah smiled up at Daryl.

Without missing a beat, "South."

Hannah sighed but Sophia was in front of her claiming Daryl's attention. Her hand sunk into his shirt demanding he look down at her and Mac snorted receiving the middle finger from his brother. Brian came over standing beside him and huffed out a breath at his mother as she snapped at him. Mac didn't intervene instead watching as Hannah ripped his ass for his mess. It always amused him to watch the two of them argue over stupid shit that never mattered in his eyes. What the fuck did it matter if he'd left mink oil on the table for the leather. It didn't, fuck he'd be using it again in no time so why not leave it where he'd use it again? Fuckin' women.

"Can I go with you two tonight?" Brian looked up hopefully.

Daryl saved him, "No."

Brian shot an annoyed look at Daryl but one look at his uncle had his mouth slamming shut. Brian scowled matching Sophia as she done the same. Apparently both little shits wanted to go but that wouldn't be very smart...or a good influence.

"Come on." Mac growled throwing his arm over Daryl's shoulder's. "Time to.." Looking at Hannah he grinned, "Work..we got work tonight."

"Shut the fuck up." Daryl snapped trying to shrug away from him.

Walking down the street Mac swayed like he was a drunk forcing Daryl to help support him. Chuckling at Daryl's annoyed noise he kept on and elbowed him. Daryl shot him a dirty look but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Lighten up baby brother." Mac cooed.

Daryl growled and heaved his body up more forcing Mac more upright, "You realize we're fuckin' twins right? Baby brother my fuckin' ass you dick face bastard. Walk fuckin' right or I'm dropping your ass on the pavement." Daryl snarled.

Mac eyed him, "You wouldn't dare."

Without even a sideways look Daryl righted his body dropping all of Mac's weight from him. Mac stumbled grasping wildly but Daryl was still walking. Falling on his ass hard he grunted and watched the retreating back of his brother that was shaking with laughter. He wanted to be pissed as fuck but it wasn't often that you were able to get Daryl to outright smile let alone fuckin' laugh. Jumping up to his feet Mac winced rubbing his lower back knowing his ass was going to be sore for a while now that Daryl had done that.

"You're a dick." Mac grinned catching up.

Daryl sighed and gave him a look but kept walking his thumb going to his mouth. Mac tried to swat it away but Daryl avoided him. He hated that shit. Daryl smiled around his thumb and Mac made a face realizing he was doing it to piss him off. Two could play that game. Fucker.

"Carrrrrrry on my wayward son!" Mac sung loudly just beside Daryl leaning towards him, "There will be peace when you are done, lay your weary head to rest! Don't you cry no more."

Daryl looked over at him and glared, "You'll be crying if you don't shut that shit up." As they got further away from people still out Daryl slowed his walk, "What the fuck are we doing?"

Mac ran his hand up his throat feeling his pulse jump and his anger flare. "Sophia told you anything?"

Daryl stalled out and he knew he had him. He felt bad for wording it that way but it slipped before he thought about it. Daryl was shooting him a questioning look his eyes going back towards where Sophia was at. Licking his lips he motioned for Mac to go on as he tilted his head shifting his entire body.

"Her and Brian both have told me that Todd has been following them - Hannah too." Mac growled, "I don't trust him a fuckin' bit."

Daryl nodded looking down dipping his head. Mac watched him and felt his anger pitching higher. Years of being around his brother had taught him all his quirks and he knew Daryl was thinking over something and if he should even mention it.

"Tell me." Mac snarled, "He's dead either way."

Daryl looked up through his hair at him and gave a sharp nod, "Merle and me were talking to the other day when Brian came up...he said that Todd slapped Hannah. Before you say anything though listen we went and found her but she said nothing happened. We asked...fuck we.."

Mac's chest was heaving, "WHY the fuck am I just now hearing about this?!" He all but yelled.

Daryl didn't flinch in the face of his anger instead stepped into him and grabbed his shirt jerking him forward forcing him to meet his eyes. Mac watched the cool blue of Daryl's eyes as he tried to get his breathing under control. He wanted to do more than kill that motherfucker but he wanted to be pissed at all of them for not telling him. Hannah and Brian both included, they should have come to him.

"This is why you fuck." Daryl hissed, "You're worse than Merle for being a hot headed prick."

Mac eyed him and tried to pull away but Daryl held on to him. "Let me go."

"No."

"Don't make me fuckin' hit you."

Daryl tilted his head but held his ground. "This is what you dragged me out here for? Right?"

Mac snarled jerking away ripping his shirt. "Fuck you."

Daryl threw his arms up, "Fuck you back."

"You kept that shit from me!" Mac's voice dropped seething, "Me….from me Daryl. Get the fuck away from...I don't need you."

Mac turned storming away. He needed away from his brother or he was going to hit him. He didn't hear Daryl behind him but wasn't surprised. Either he wasn't following or he was and he was silent like always. Remembering where he was going Mac turned but Daryl wasn't behind him.

His eyes searched for Daryl despite his anger and he huffed when he didn't see him. Feeling his heart thunder thinking about his words and the flinch Daryl gave at them. Eyes still sweeping the dark they landed on the cherry of a cigarette as it lit up bright and darkened just as quick. Daryl was still there just not making a move towards him.

Walking straight for him he watched as Daryl tensed and braced himself for a hit. He felt bad instantly. He wasn't like his goddamn father and saying shit like he had only made him sound just like that.

The cigarette crashed to the ground in front of his boots and he heard Daryl exhale harshly. "I'm still pissed but we got shit to do."

Daryl didn't speak just turned and started walking. Mac fell in step with him. Daryl was tense and angry. Something was brewing under the surface and Mac shifted knowing he'd get the brunt of it now.

"You're a fuckin' piece of work." Daryl's voice was low. "Gonna get pissed at me for not saying shit to you...you done the same goddamn thing."

Mac growled, "I've never fuckin' lied to you."

"I didn't fuckin' lie to you." Daryl snapped, "I didn't tell you something that would cause trouble because I already knew your crazy ass was cooking something up."

Mac shot him a look at the word crazy but reeled in his anger. He didn't need to be fighting with Daryl. They'd always got along better than anyone else and it was rare to see them bitching like this at each other.

"What the fuck did I do to you?" Mac questioned.

Daryl rounded on him suddenly and knocked him backwards, "You all kept on and on with this shit pushing that girl at me from the start. Then when something fuckin' happens YOU don't tell me! The goddamn person who is…." Daryl's chest heaved, "FUCK you. When this shit is done go crawl your ass into Hannah's bed and stay the fuck away from me."

Mac's brow creased and he nodded, "I see what you…"

"No fuck you we aint talkin'." Daryl started again walking ahead of him.

Merle was leaning against the wall ahead of them and stood when Daryl blazed by. Mac shook his head and Merle fell in step with him.

"What has Darylina's panties all twisted up?"

"Apparently I'm a piece of shit and he hates everything." Mac huffed.

Merle nodded, "You are a piece of shit and he's on his period….so we killin' this fuck tonight?"

Mac shot him a look, "You call me a piece of shit then immediately ask if we're killin' someone?" Merle guffawed, "You see what I mean?"

Daryl was waiting ahead of them his eyes trailing something. Merle appeared up there and then Mac stepped around. Daryl shifted away from him and Mac felt a pang of guilt again. Todd was walking the perimeter. Mac's eyes followed him watching the way he moved and snorted realizing he had headphones in.

Merle smiled, Daryl glared, and Mac rolled his shoulders cracking his neck, "Come on."