Chapter 14 CH:13 Sexy Bomb

After laying out multiple plans and the best course of action, everyone is in agreement that The Celluloid Dream is to stay and The Bandit Hunter is set for Georgia.

Maggie invites herself to tea in Michonne's cabin. She walks around Michonne's cabin taking in the woman and the tidiness of the invading her space. This was the cabin she had once occupied after she was rescued from enemies of her father.

First her now Carl. Could it be that these kidnappings are a coincidence? They never did find the person who took her but Glenn longed for the day to spike their heads, Mmm she really made do with the space. It's nice' Maggie thought.

Touching her personal effects on her writing desk, Maggie ran her figures across the papers on the desk, then picked up a quill pen and ran the feather through her finger. Her back to Michonne she spoke.

"Carl has been talking. Interesting things have been said about you."

Michonne chuckled, "If there's anyone that doesn't filter it would be him. Could you kindly put that down, It's a gift and I'd hate for anything to happen to it."

Maggie places the pen down and turns to face Michonne, "I can't decide if to like you, trust you or make your life hell."

"I'm saying the same about you, being a pirate and all."

Maggie laughs, "You can like me, you could trust me," she smirks when she says that, "but making my life hell, about that. "

Maggie stops to observe the woman before her. Michonne stood in the middle of her cabin, arm crossed, her right eyebrow raised and a serious expression on her face that read 'come at me, if you dare'.

"Hmm, I think you'd do a great job but that's too much trouble for all parties but know this," Maggie eyes the tea and treats displayed beautifully at the small table, fit perfectly for two.

"I am in disbelief that you're able to get Eugene to spoil you like this. How did you manage to do it?"

Michonne wasn't sure if Maggie was being sarcastic or serious and chose not to say anything.

"Come, sit. I'm starving. Let us chat, gossip, if you will and get to know each other better."

Both sit down and each is quiet as Michonne begins to pour the tea.

After adding the accouterments to their particular taste, Maggie sighs happily after taking a sip from her cup "This is delicious."

"Thank you, it's a special blend Eugene and I concocted together."

"You're concocting things together, Heavens!"

Maggie in utter disbelief, she has seen it all now.

"Really? It's not that difficult. Eugene is quite creative."

My, my my how you've topsy turvy The Bandit Hunter, what Rick ever will do when you leave." Maggie says in her cup. She takes another sip, " It's really good. God, I really miss this. Tea drinking and mini sandwiches."

"Do you miss the life you had before becoming a pirate?

"Some of the time. I know you're enjoying all this but once you settle back home again, doing the same routine, you'll miss this, you'll miss the freedom."

"There's a lot of things I will miss but it's not something I dwell on.

"Ah, you live in the now, that's good." Maggie has a thoughtful look on her face, "I wanted to follow in my father's footsteps. It was what I always wanted to do, to be. A doctor, change lives, gain a foothold on my becoming a career woman but there was the typical pushback."

"Is that how you met Glenn?"

Maggie sighs, "When I met Glenn, it's instant. This passion for him, for life. Yes, I wanted him and the life he lived too, I wanted what he had. The adventure, the freedom. I knew of him and what he's done and I didn't care. Caution, be damned. I plead my case, how I will earn my keep, how being a doctor on his ship was an added bonus, I ask him, plead, to take me with him."

"And he said yes?"

Maggie rolled her eyes, "Oh heavens, no. Glenn was busy pirating and didn't want to be bothered with someone like me."

"That's what he said 'Like you?'"

"Yes, just that. With so much disdain. Michonne, women like us, we're high society. Of course, we are from very different social classes but I see the way you carry yourself. One simply cannot forget all those lessons on decorum and sensibility. It's that sort of stuff Glenn did not want to be associated with but I was relentless and you know what he did?"

"No, Michonne shook her head, what did he do?"

"He place a dagger against my throat and said 'he isn't about to have a right and proper woman curse his ship.'"

Michonne gasps, "Oh!"

Maggie takes a bite of her sandwich.

"Mr. Dixon is the same way. He didn't threaten me or anything but his lack of words were forceful enough to know that my presence was a problem. Yes, he has finally softened up to my presence but Mr. Grimes didn't mind my being on his ship at all."

"Of course he didn't. He's completely taken with you, enamored."

Maggie notices Michonne trying not to smile.

"Oh come now, I see the way he looks at you and you at him and like I said earlier Carl has been talking."

"Yes, well. And what happened after he told you no?"

"Hmm, how you change subjects so easily. Not one to talk about yourself, I respect that. Well, then. I stowed myself away on his ship thinking I'd be as quiet as a mouse but he found me. Eventually he got used to my presence, taught me how to fight, weld weapons and the rest is history."

"And the names, Grisly and Crimson?"

"Ah that. How do I put this delicately? Glenn, well, Glenn is dangerous. If he finds you to be a threat he will not only take you out but your family, friends and associates too. He knows the points on the human body that do the most damage and death can be quick or slow. He moves quietly and quickly. It's why he prefers knives, daggers. Sharp things. He once took a man's eye out with a fork. He flays, he has gutted and always leaves a mess and returns a mess, hence the name Grisly."

It took a few for Michonne to wrap her mind around it as she took sips of her tea, "And you still fell in love with each other."

"What can I say? Love is blind."

"And your name?"

I got the name Crimson because I am used to the sight and scent of blood, no fainting or gasping. However, I will admit, in the beginning seeing him in that way was a lot Sometimes I would see him enjoy it a little too much, he'd get this crazy look in his eyes and when that happens I'd have to bring him back to reality "

Michonne wonders why this woman isn't sugar coating anything, " ?"

Oh stop, You may address me formally among society but do call me Maggie as I think I'm beginning to like you."

"Alright, Maggie it is and you may address me the same way too."

Maggie takes a sip from her teacup and places the cup down on its saucer, "You want to know about the late ?" She knows it's just the two of them but Maggie looked around the room, her voice barely below a whisper, "and how did she pass? It's tragic really. I knew Lori, we weren't really sociable but I knew of her and her of me. I heard of their marriage through the paper and what a lavish occasion-"

Michonne shakes her head and raise hand to stop Maggie from going any further "No! I mean yes I'd like to know, but not from you. I want Rick to tell me."

Maggie chuckled, "Rick is very slow when it comes to the fine lines and details of his life. Yes, he is truly a man of honor but when it comes to that particular part of his life, well, he won't say anything unless you ask."

" I absolutely cannot come right out and ask him?"

"Hmm, I understand. Have him take you to his home. Get him to talk, it should naturally flow right out."

"And If it doesn't"

Maggie chuckles, Oh, Rick will talk but if he doesn't then ask him what life was like before flight school. That'll get him to converse with you."

Glenn watches as crates upon crates are pulleyed over and onto his ship, "You're one greedy man you know that Jesus. To think you had half a quarter hold of these fine weapons and quit your skulking on my ship."

Jesus takes pride in being very light on his feet, so he doesn't know how Glenn with his back turned is able to hear him.

"How do you manage to make all of this and not share it?"

"It starts with a vision, I draw it, get the proper materials and make it. Some work and others do not and I do share.

Glenn turned around to face Jesus "But not with me."

"I had no choice in the matter, it was Rick's call."

"Had it been yours, you'd say no."

"Of course I will." Jesus said matter of fact staring Glenn straight in his eyes.

"That's cold Jesus."

"Your profession is of no honor and no concern to me."

Glenn scowls at Jesus, "Piracy has its own honor, its own code."

"As you see it."

"Those are fighting words and based on your honor it would be duel upon at an agreed up time say the next morning with witnesses and such BUT that's too much work and too late of a time. On a pirate's honor It would be brought forward among the peers immediately with both sides stating their own facts and decisions made."

"There are the legalities to a duel."

Glenn raises his brow, "And these others you speak off from your weapon making, are these others, cargo on my ship, correct?"

Jesus is insulted and upset that Glenn would ever think such a thing.

I would never jeopardize our mission - "

"Ha, those are indeed fighting words and if we were to go by your code of honor, I'd say I believe otherwise there are other types of weapons on my ship and duel you over it because I wouldn't allow you to provide proof. I'd pick swords, we'd meet the next day. You'd die and that'll be the end of you."

Jesus' face pales in color and Glenn laughs.

"Easy there friend, this conversation is creating a tension we don't need." Glenn slaps Jesus on the back.

"That hurts and we're not friends." Jesus rubs his shoulder frowning at Glenn.

"You say that now -"

"I have always been saying it."

"Come, let's go have a drink, friend."

"At this hour, the sun has yet to set."

Glenn placed his arm around Jesus, "Listen, we're about to go to war here and the last thing I want to discuss with you is politics. Let us relax and drink to this unfriendliness of ours."

Jesus tries to remove himself. "Unhand me." but Glenn does not relent, squeezing him in.

Glenn laughs loudly, "Come along now," disregarding Jesus' protest, I'll even open the bottle of the good whiskey just for you too."

"I detest whiskey, do you have brandy?"

"That I do friend, that I do."

"I am not your -"

"Friend, yes, I know but we'll see about that after tonight ends."

Code note: Am I back? It's been six years since touching this fanfic again. I myself don't even know if I'm back yet but let see where this goes :)